Three days later, body parts start coming in. Dropped along the border, we find the remains of the wolves that had gone missing the past week.
The first time I heard the news, I vomited my guts out.
By the fourth time, I have had enough.
Broken howls echo through the night as wolves of the Stormhowl pack grieve for their pack mates and family members. I sit on my bed listening to them for what seems like hours, my empty house pressing in on me.
Alaric and my mother are with the mourning families, and Ethan is somewhere out there, patrolling the borders, risking his life.
And it's all because of me.
A bile rises in my throat.
I swallow it down.
Gosh I wish I had a way to contact Ethan. Just to make sure he is safe.
Seconds tick by.
What if someone goes missing again tonight
