My eyes struggled to take in the scene. There, clear as day, stood a wolf. White as the first snows of winter. The bristles of her coat shimmered with the light of the moon, an exquisite beauty. She turned toward my mother’s house, which was hardly standing. With the elegance of a swan, she made her way to the rubble, sniffing every surface. She continued until she found what she was looking for. Pawing her way through every obstacle she came across.
“Holy sh*t,” Jace yelled as he approached me. “Oh, holy sh*t, sh*t sh*t sh*t,” He continued to repeat before I nudged him with my nose. From the rubble, Isabella pulled out Zander’s body. His heartbeat was faint, but it was still there. To be honest, I didn’t think he would make it much longer. Just then, the lights of a car beamed behind me
