James burst into the dining room where Brea and her family had been having dinner. Cold air rushed into the room from the hallway, extinguishing the candles that had been laid out on the table. Brea didn’t mind, she could hardly eat a bite and desperately needed a distraction. Her father on the other hand was furious at the intrusion and had absolutely no intention of hiding his displeasure.
“James, what is the meaning of this?” demanded Matias.
“They took her, they took Lucy!”
Brea felt her heart drop. “Who took her?” She already knew the answer; but she refused to acknowledge the truth.
“The Crescent pack,” replied James frantically. “I was doing my nightly patrols when I saw them. They took her.”
“And you just stood there and let it happen?” yelled Brea. She grew red with rage and
