Chapter 63

I walked back and forth in our group's meeting room, my footsteps making sounds in the quiet and worried atmosphere. We had sent a message to the important people, but the waiting—long and hard—just kept going.

Then, the door opened. I jumped, my thoughts scattered. Xander rushed in, his face marked by urgency. “Aurora,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath, “there's trouble. A group of rogue werewolves has been seen near the southern border.”

Before ...