Julia was lying on her teenage bed, in her bedroom full of memories. Her father, mother and little sister had been with her for over four hours. To pay homage, and out of respect for her family, the members of the pack had decided to stay with them.
The boys’ faces were impassive. They all looked so strong, masters of themselves. But in truth, they were all as sick as I was.
This overflow of sadness made me nauseous, I squirmed in my chair to avoid throwing up. I was disgusted, pained that death had set its sights on her, so beautiful, so young and full of life...
How could such c*****e have taken place?
When we left Dan’s uncle’s yard, there was blood everywhere. Several dark angels were dead—including Pietro—the others had fled. Other than Georgia and Julia, no werewolves had been hi
