Michaela
Through my terror, I saw familiar faces distorted by fury as they pelted me with stones.
Lia Volk, whose engagement party had led to my and Andreas’s one-night stand five years ago, lobbed a rock at my shoulder. Two of the Vargas family’s pups were crying, tugging at their howling parents’ legs as the adults threw stones. I saw Kalev shrieking in my direction, holding his brother back by the arms.
Lowell, a surly Gamma, had armfuls of rocks he’d picked up from the plain. An elderly werewolf plucked them from him with shaking hands to toss at me. A gaggle of older pups, frenzied by the mob’s energy, cheered every time a stone struck me.
But I didn’t even recognise the man who crouched beside me, raising the sharp black stone clutched in his fist to bash it through my skull.
