TALIA
“I’m really sorry about your mom, Talia,” he said, hanging his head as he glanced up at me through his blond lashes. “Maybe once you’re back in your human form again you can tell me why my father did it. As bad as he was, I never knew him to be a straight-up murderer, and I especially can’t imagine him killing a beautiful woman like your mom. I saw her picture on your phone lock screen.”
I whimpered at the mention of my mom, the wind suddenly chilly against my body and my chest heavy. My paws shook and I dug my claws into the dirt to steady them. I couldn’t be around him anymore. Without a second thought, I got up and turned my back to him. With my feet taking control, I sprinted back to the packhouse with an urgency to be alone. Every muscle in my body ached as I made my way back,
