Andrea knocked on the motel door and held her breath. It was the middle of the night. She was cold and ached everywhere after running for her life. Again.
She hadn’t heard anyone run after her after she left the pack house, but that hadn’t eased her panic. Andrea had stumbled her way through the forest as fast as her human legs could carry her. And then she had hitchhiked out of town and made her way back to the motel where she had left Kristy days ago.
Now, as she stood at the door, trembling with the cold, hungry, and exhausted to the bone, waiting for her sister to open the door, Andrea replayed all her recent decisions in her head. She had been a fool to go back to Ulric and the pack and nearly paid for it with her life. But now she had so many questions, and she hoped Kristy had so
