We woke groggily to the alarm as dawn crept into the clearing, and I rolled over stretching, before I shut off the annoying noise, and stared at the ceiling. Soon. Very soon Aamons blood would be dripping from my hands.
Spencer and I rose, showered and dressed in near silence. Both of us preparing for the long march ahead today. In two days we'd reach my old pack, and vengeance would be at hand.
After eating, we pulled our bags onto our backs and joined the troops. There were tears from spouses staying behind in Tolen's pack. They clung to their mates praying for them to return, and my heart ached. I'd trade the entire world to hold Greyson like that. To just have one more day with him. With his smile, his warmth.
"They look like ghosts already,'' Sera commented.
"They look like people
