POV: Dinah
Around noon my phone rings again.
It is the landlord of my rat hole apartment in the Rogue District.
I answer it and I hold the phone away from my ear because he is screaming.
"What the hell happened Dinah?" he yells. "How did you leave my property in that condition?"
I feign confusion even though I know exactly what happened.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Don't play dumb with me!" he snaps. "The door has been ripped off the hinges! The furniture is smashed to kindling! The neighbors said it was wolves! They said it was your family!"
He pauses to catch his breath.
"I am telling you right now you will pay for this. Get over here so we can go over the costs or I am calling the Enforcers."
I sit on the edge of the velvet bed in the Pack House and I feel a cold smile touch m
