The silence after the battle felt heavier than the fighting.
I sat on the cold ground, my whole body shaking. Not from fear but from guilt.
Elder Thorne was dead. The man who had been talking to me just minutes before the attack. Who had been trying to help me understand my wolf.
Now he was gone. Torn apart by vampires who came here looking for me.
"This is your fault."
Michael's voice cut through the quiet like a blade. Everyone turned to look at him.
He stood in the center of the compound, his clothes torn and bloody. His eyes glowed with rage as he stared at me.
"They came for her," he said louder. "The vampires. They attacked our home because of her."
I wanted to say something. To defend myself. But the words wouldn't come.
He was right.
"Look around you," Michael continued.
