---POV Rosie---
Once I got through my possible reasoning, the room was deadly silent. I don’t blame them. I really did allow a threat to get in here. I just don’t know what the threat will be. It’s eating me up, but I know it’s not going to be good. To say she is vindictive would be an understatement.
Johnathan rubbed his face before his hand slammed on the arm of the couch. I flinched, but Damon’s arm tightened around my waist. “This isn’t your fault Rosie, so get that out of your head.” Johnathan grumbled.
I looked him over slowly, trying to figure out where that response came from. “How did you –”
“You’re not the first person we’ve dealt with that thinks they are responsible for a threat against our pack. We are the one thing preventing supernatural, and humans alike from just wal
