It was nightfall before Andrea felt the slightest bit of calm settle into her bones and she could draw a breath into her lungs without shuddering from the power pulsing in her veins.
If she had felt on the verge of snapping while she had been confronted by Ulric’s sister, it had been nothing compared to how her insides seemed to scream after Ulric walked out of the kitchen. Andrea couldn’t even explain it.
Distant sounds of wolves growling and howling outside the house reached Andrea despite the window remaining shut. Andrea assumed everyone was now heading out into the forest for the pack run. She couldn’t see them, though. But Kristy stood by the window, watching.
Her sister’s tense shoulders worried Andrea. They hadn’t turned on the bright bulb at the center of the ceiling, opting
