Chapter Twenty-Three Blood-Addicts AnonymousCarson sat on the couch. His hand was hovering over his phone every few moments, willing it to notify him that the traitors had been found, or Demetria for that matter. No one had seen her since that afternoon. He was still trying to decide what to tell her about her son. He was undoubtedly dead by now. Any human who stumbled across him would simply think that he was some poor, dead animal. And the rest of the pack involved had been gagged by their Alpha’s command. So, Demetria need never known how the boy had met his fate.
As he was about to slide his finger across the screen once again, he heard the front door open. Shoving his phone in his side pocket, he walked out to see who had returned. To his surprise, it was Demetria. Tear tracks staine
