His lips trembled. Not in an emotional way, but in a dangerous way. As though he's holding himself back.
I was stunned by his confession. Didn't all male werewolves inspire to be in charge? In complete power?
"I'm leaving at two o'clock whether you're coming or not." I wanted to reply by stating that if he left at two, he'd be late. I bite my tongue instead.
Wilder drives away, off to save his pack.
Walking in, the first thing I do is take a seat. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Emily's dead.
I can't believe it was her. All this time when people were dying, people from the strongest pack, and we didn't know who.
They had us fooled.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The war is over, but for how long? This is the Dark Moon Pack. They're known for their wars.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Wilder was ri
