BREELYNN'S POV
I am exhausted. The kind of exhaustion you feel deep in your bones, and for some reason, sleep doesn't seem to cure. Even more confusing is that I feel as if I am too tired to sleep, if that makes any sense.
So as I take a much-needed non-napping rest on the new glider chair that is perfectly placed on the patio, my mind begins to wander. It has been a little over a year since I woke up in the back of Aldric's car with him bleeding to death in my arms. And as much as my world was forever changed that day, it wasn't just my world that was about to be altered.
Werewolves are changing. The Elders, for generations, screwed up the natural balance of things so severely that our Moon Goddess had no choice but to have us evolve.
My mother was the first, or so we assume. She
