BLADE
The mood of all of the werewolves around me was solemn at best. They had lost an important figure in the pack, and I could only imagine how deeply that hurt everyone. I had known Darian for such a short time, especially compared to everyone else, and he was one of my favorite werewolves.
I was angry, knowing I wouldn’t be able to challenge him again. He pushed me to get faster in a way I didn’t even realize was happening. He was training me, and it wasn’t until almost a week in that I realized I had gotten faster and stronger. The entire time, he had made it feel like a fun game. Now that was all over, and I knew who was at fault.
I sprinted around the forest in Pack Aphelion’s territory, picking up on the scents of the vampires that had attacked. Most of them I didn’t recognize,
