Chapter 19
“I always doubted those people who said that they’d done something in a rage and couldn’t remember a second of what they’d done. After today, I wouldn’t doubt them again.” ~Jen
The b***h had Titus by his throat. Wrong move, Jen thought as she stepped further into the room. As soon as she’d reached the bottom of the stairs, the smell of fear and rage assaulted her. All her packmates were lined up against the back wall where the hallways to the rest of the archives were located. Zara was holding Thia and Rachel was holding Slate. Gavril looked as though he was seconds away from killing something, and Stephanie, AKA dead-she-wolf-walking, was standing across from all of them with an arm wrapped around Titus and her hand clasped on his throat. Jen was happy to see Stephanie wasn’t
