Jade pulled into her driveway still covered in blood. Some of it was her own but most of it was from hunters, wolves and an innocent receptionist. The darkness she had touched was pulling on her heart already and she had just started to use it. This was the risk of tapping into it or so she had read. Maharat had appeared to her and told her to accept the beat inside her, but she was too afraid. What happened tonight seemed like it might only be a sliver of what she could do once she accepted the shadow wolf. Taking off the now ruined denim jacket she was still wearing from the pack meeting, she tossed it and keys onto her living room furniture. Blind by need she walked to her bathroom and pulled out that special whisky she didn’t know she would be needing so soon.
Walking out to the jour
