REINER
They're alive.
They have Violet.
I collapsed to the ground beside Becky, the wind knocked out of me: my beautiful baby ... my little girl, my pup ... she was gone, she had been taken from me, and it was all my fault.
It's not possible ... it was them ... I saw them die, it was them ...
Evidently not. The scents did not lie - and the stench of Sheila and Garrett was so strong it made my stomach turn. If that wasn't enough, the wolves I'd seen through my daughter's eyes were impossible not to recognize. So was the face of the black wolf when he had shifted.
They were alive.
They had always been alive - they had tricked me, escaped their sentence ... and protected by my ignorance, they had been able to plot against me.
Stupid. Stupid f*****g i***t ...
“They must have kept the
