My sisters, Autumn and Arica, Emma, and I sat in Emma’s room for a few hours, talking about school, boys, and The Hunters. Emma and I remember the war the Mountain Moon had with them. It was where Emma lost her dad, Alpha Greg, all because the leader at the time believed all supernaturals were bad, and we all should die.
My sisters yawned, exhausted from the day’s events and their weekend softball tournament. It was just a short walk across the driveway to the pack house, and it was getting late, so Emma offered us to stay at the house for the night. Rocky brought in a couple of air mattresses, and blew them up for my sisters and me, and Tovi brought sheets, blankets, and pillows for the three of us. We girls made the beds, and I laid down on one mattress, and Autumn and Arica scooted the
