Red eyes followed her every moment. The walk toward Esther was short but because of the eyes
fixated on her, it felt much longer. Roxy had prepared by putting her hair in a ponytail, not taking the chance
on fresh blood staining her curls. She wore loose blue jeans that let her move freely and one of Blake's t-
shirts that was a few sizes too big. The white tennis shoes she wore were probably a bad idea, but they
were the only ones she could find stashed away among the few things she had brought with her to the
pack house.
Her heartbeat against her chest loudly. Her hands trembled as she neared Esther. It was not because
she was nervous, but because it pained her to see it come to this. This woman she had grown to love for
seventeen years of her life, now just
