The morning came slowly as the sunlight scarcely shone through the cracks in my blinds. I let out a small yawn, careful not to wake Samuel, who was resting beside to me. We must have fallen asleep like this. Carefully, I slid off the bed and headed downstairs. Putting my hair in a bun, I made my way to the kitchen. I took a deep breath and froze when strange wolf scents made their way up my nose. I thought we were done with the rogues. Slowly, making my out of the kitchen, I followed the scents. It lead to my father’s office.
“Good, Savannah, you’re awake,” father said before I reached his office. “Please, join us.” The strain in his voice told me something wasn’t quite right, but what could it be?
I stepped inside to see two werewolves. They seemed like they had come out of a story book
