The mention of my parents' murder sent a familiar ache through my chest. Still, this time it was accompanied by something else, a burning need for justice that I recognised as Diamond's influence.
—Tomorrow, we make them pay,— she whispered fiercely.
I pushed back from the table, suddenly restless. "I need some air."
All four of my mates started to rise, but I held up a hand. "Alone. Just for a few minutes."
Reluctance pulsed through our bond, but they settled back into their chairs. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked to the French doors leading to the garden.
Outside, the night air was crisp against my skin. I could smell things I'd never noticed before, the distinct scents of different wolves, the metallic tang of weapons being cleaned, the earthy smell of turned soil where
