"Kara, I had that dream again."
"The same dream?"
"Yes. I was at the church, on the roof, but I wasn't alone. Someone was holding me, my face was buried in the stranger's neck. The only thing I can remember vividly are the feel of his hands. Cold. Very cold."
Ally Black (15) to Kara Black (18)
Ally’s POV
To say I was frustrated with the meeting was an understatement.
Nothing had changed. The other packs in the province had searched and found nothing. The packs in the other regions had said they would tell us if they found anything. They hadn't found anything.
People were already trying to move on, not that I could blame them but I just couldn't believe my father was dead.
If they wanted him dead, they wouldn't have gone through the stress of even k********g him.
