Claire

The ride to the pack house felt like a blur. Claire didn't remember pulling out of the parking lot or the sharp turn into their driveway. The lycan was so close. She could see the spit flying from his mouth, and his red eyes reminded her of a demon.

She rubbed her eyes as they parked in the front yard of the pack house and noticed Axel's mother standing on the porch. When Axel stepped out, she raced down the steps and met him on the walkway. She cupped her palms around ...