Raven's POV
As I walk out of the trees toward the pack house, I realize how horrible I must look. I ruined my shoes and dress when I shifted into my wolf at the oracle's cabin. I am wearing nothing more than Leo's black t-shirt. My hair and skin are caked with blood and mud. I try not to look down at my hands and the dirt that is caked underneath my fingernails. Between the blood, dirt, and wound on my face, I look like I have been in war.
Nervously, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ears as we approach the front door. I raise my hand to knock on the front door, but it opens before I have a chance to. Alpha Blaire is standing on the other side of the door with tears streaming down her face. She has a can of gasoline and a box of matches in her hands.
"Where are you going?" I as
