Octavia
I stormed into Valerio’s room. Blood still stained some of the floorboards. I had to force myself not to stare at it. Instead, I headed straight for the walk-in closet.
“Where are they?” I screamed, tearing through everything in sight.
Clothes flew everywhere as my anger and my wolf took control. They said the Silver Howlers were different. Wilder. Fiercer.
They haven’t seen anything yet. I swore it to myself as I ripped through the closet. I nearly smashed the mirror in frustration, but something stopped me. There was a narrow gap between the mirror and the wall, not just in the center, but along the edges.
I stepped closer, lowering my fist, and gripped the side of the frame. With a careful pull, the mirror swung open like a door. Behind it was a lit wall. So. Many. Weapons.
