At some point, you might have felt like you needed a hero. One that could save you from the mass of villains trying to kill your spirit. For me, that was William Percy. My knight in shining armor who guided me through the sea of ravenous werewolves who'd assembled at the Shadow Moons Event Hall, eying me like I was a rabbit who'd stumbled into predator territory.
I almost hunched my shoulders as he dragged me through the masses and up the stage, where he'd introduce me to the crowd gathered, but I kept my head up high. Michelle Meyers did not bend or break to anyone.
It wasn’t like me to be this anxious. I had dealt with far worse people at Crescent Moon; however, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the tension tightening around my chest. It was like a tsunami had suddenly appea
