My wolf, Shane, was walking around inside of my head, his tail between his legs in fear of the unknown.
We’re f****d,
We’re absolutely f****d!
I looked on the ground and saw that sweet old woman lying down, dead.
She didn’t deserve that!
Knowing once again, right now,
We were f****d!
Our biggest chance of getting out of this place and living a long and peaceful life had just died right in front of us. I looked next to me and spotted Emily’s face as she took in the scene, looking from her grandmother to the bastard who had just killed her by the flick of his hand. I wanted to rip his head off! And my wolf Shane agreed with me as he growled hard. But Emily started to breathe at a pace I had never noticed before.
What the hell is going on with her?
*Sam, take over Noah from
