Evan Hart
It was six o'clock and I was in the middle of my all too familiar, morning ritual. I'd already showered, got dressed and made my way down to the kitchen to make myself and Mason a cup of coffee. I used to make him breakfast too, but I gave up bothering. He never touched it anyway. I was finishing pouring out Mason's coffee when I heard footsteps approaching from behind me.
“Hey Evan. I'll have one of those if there's any going spare?” Carmen asked mid-yawn, while sitting down at the dining table.
She was pretty polite about it, but it was too damn early for me to be dealing with her. I couldn't stand the girl. She was the whole reason why we were in this mess to begin with. It had been just under two months since she’d stabbed Freya's wolf with her silver hunting knife. She ha
