-Dean-
Everything seemed the same—quiet, peaceful. It was home, or at least it once was. Now, the calm feeling it once gave me just from looking at the forest was making my blood boil. The people I had considered family, as well as my actual blood relatives, had turned their backs on me, believing I had killed Skylar. They didn’t even ask me. They simply assumed I was guilty and cast me out into the cold. If it hadn’t been for my mate Cara, who stood by my side ready to fight, I would probably already be dead.
“Ready?” I asked her.
She gave me a small smile and nodded.
“Ready,” she confirmed.
Cara turned around, her eyes focusing on the quiet forest behind us. I knew she was linking with the others, informing them that it was time. Then she turned back to me and nodded. The scent of h
