Kendell

The memory of last night still echoed in my head, as tears slipped down my face.

She, in her shimmering black dress, twisted a dagger deep within me.

I knew she didn’t mean it; she was just blinded by hate, by revenge. She should have allowed me to speak at least; she would have found out that Vivian was my past lover, and Ciara, her sister, was still alive.

I tried to move, but I was tied down by some obstacle. The air here was different; it smelled foreign and not of this pack. My ...