It all happened so fast. In the blink of an eye Alaric was standing beside me, eager to tell his Alpha about what transpired here, and the next his body burst into flames. I recoiled at the sight, gasping at what I had done. The fire was only there for a minute, but it was more than long enough to turn his body into a pile of ash on the ground.
I gawked at the ashes that were once the warrior Alaric. I felt such shame and guilt eating away at me. I was no better than the these power hungry pack werewolves. No better than the bloodthirsty werewolf hunters or the rogues that lost their mind to insanity. I was becoming a walking horror story all my own and almost no one even knew.
For the first time in the longest time I could remember, my eyes filled with tears. My face scrunched up and
