Chapter 33: Pain, Hurt & AgonyI was unaware of the passing of time, what was happening around me until the scent of burning reached my nose. The Tremaine Pack had begun cremating their dead. I'd realized as the long night continued that the pack kept everything in-house; the fires, the deaths, the destruction - despite everything that happened, it was kept within the pack. They were far enough away from civilization that nosy neighbors hadn't called the police. They didn't want outsiders involved in their business. It was a subject I wanted to discuss with Conal; but not now – not yet.
I hadn't seen Conal since we'd arrived and I didn't want to see anyone right now. My clothes and arms were covered in dried blood from the people I'd tried to save. There was no satisfaction in knowing I'd
