KIERA
The word had gotten out fast enough that four hours later hordes started gathering outside.
It made me feel physically sick to my stomach to see the lawn chairs unfolded and pack members seeming so comfortable and content preparing themselves for a show.
There was a soft, near hesitant knock at the door.
“Come in.” I answered quietly. My eyes never strayed from the mass of people below me.
“Hey, you doing, OK?” Sierra asked as she stepped up to my side. Her gaze travelled to where mine was, observing.
I shrugged, “Yea, sure. If being OK means calculating the odds of dying, sure.”
Sierra sighed heavily and spoke, “So, on one hand, you could win and everyone lives or she wins and you, the baby AND Blake all die. Seems like pretty shitty odds.”
I nodded, “Sounds like the
