Willow
Willow sat on a rock as she watched Ronan dig a hole. He was in his wolf form. It was the largest wolf she'd ever seen. He had thick, black, sleek fur that shined in the sunlight. His powerful muscles rippled as he dug, flinging dirt all around the clearing.
Before he began his task, he'd instructed Willow to gather herbs and flowers to cover the body with to keep the scent from drawing attention from the rest of the pack.
She understood why Ronan had stepped in to help her. A life for a life. It was a simple philosophy. She also understood how ending the other wolf saved her, her coven, and Ronan. Willow had never been responsible for a needless death before, and it didn't sit well with her.
Her eyes wandered back to the dead wolf and her stomach rumbled. She covered it with
