After I point-blank refused to go into the house, Jeremy went in to have a look around while I wait for him at the foot of the porch stairs.
Even from here, I can smell Talis’ terror, as well as the blood from the Merrick-Blackshaw fight several months ago. Well, not that I did much fighting—not with Gavin, one of the best fighters in my former pack, standing guard over me.
Pretty much all I saw of the fight was Gavin’s ass, or his snarling face when he swung around every time I tried to help.
It’s a place filled with so much anger and pain and death that I doubt any shifter would ever willingly choose to live here. Not one sane, that is.
This place needs to be knocked down. Destroyed.
I struggle to understand what Jeremy is doing here, or what has him so interested in the house in th
