Beau
It has been six years of peace. Six years without a whisper from Cassandra or her minions. Why now? What changed?
“Eleanor, get all the children to the basement and close the panic doors. Zeke-.”
“I got it.” Zeke said as he ran towards our western borders, shifting mid-stride. Eleanor stood frozen in fear.
“Eleanor, go! NOW!” I snapped. The old woman shook herself from her anxious state and ran into the school. I stripped down and shifted into King before running into the forest, heading straight for our eastern borders. I could feel the tethers of dozens of my pack members snapping. I heard the snarls and yelps of wolves as they fought the rogues back as I grew closer to the mallet. When I broke through the tree line, I was met with the sight of a m******e. The bodies of my pa
