Elena’s POV
Reminders of what the Rogues had brought to my family and pack flashed back into my mind so vividly that I felt I was back at the scene.
It’s like a year ago again when I was standing in the middle of the front lawn of our pack house, frozen on my feet as the scent of blood pooling on the grass around the countless dead bodies of my pack members surrounded my nostrils like poison.
The cries of those left behind who managed to survive in hiding still echoed in my ears as the entire once lovely pack had turned into a Halloween park early.
My hands turned into fists, and my breathing became rugged and heavy as those memories flashed before me.
And above everything else, Glenda’s face suddenly popped into my mind, fueling my burning anger even bigger.
"They didn’t deserve it…
