Eleven:
My wounds flared in pain, but I simply shook slightly, as I sat on the edge of my bed. Liv, Mark, and Jaxie were all hovering close to me. All kidding aside, my little siblings were up in arms hoping someone came through the apartment door, so they could have an outlet for their unbridled fury.
“I’m just saying, we should be out there ripping her throat out!”
Mark growled at Liv, and she growled in return.
“Mother insisted we stay with Dylan, she’s in shock for god’s sake!”
Liv said, and Jaxie murmured, “I’d just leave the killing to your mother. Aurelia Wildriver is more than likely already hunting down every lead in three territories.”
Jaxie said, surprisingly being the voice of reason for a change. A thumping at the door came a few minutes after, and I gear growling and
