The walk back to the packhouse was agonizing; my heart wouldn't stop racing.
William led the group while Chanelle and Nathaniel followed close behind, sandwiching me in the middle like I was some criminal from a high-stakes prison they were escorting.
Which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth. I was completely at their mercy. I just prayed Nicholas wasn’t as hostile as these three.
The moment we stepped outside the building, a group of werewolves gathered to watch the commotion. Honestly, I was getting major déjà vu. It felt like I had seen this scene countless times. If only I got paid a dollar for every time it happened.
"Who is that?" a man asked.
"No clue," another voice replied.
"Are we about to have an execution?" The excitement in their tone made me recoil.
"Man, I hope so
