I paced around the living room, anxiously awaiting Dennis's return from the pack house. Dennis was extremely angry and had ordered the blonde man to be tortured to death. He had been gone for hours and still hadn't returned.
I immediately looked up as I heard footsteps enter the living room. It was Sara. Eager for news, I didn't wait for her to reach me; I went towards her.
"Sara," I called out impatiently. "Have you heard anything from the pack house? What about that man— is he dead?"
"Calm down, miss," she cooed. "You're almost out of breath."
"Just tell me already, Sara," I stamped my foot on the floor. I had no time for her nonsense. "Is he dead?"
"Yes," she nodded, confusion evident on her face. "He deserved it anyway. I don't know why you care about him. He tried to kill you, re
