The sun was barely rising from the horizon, but I was already up. No matter how hard I tried, I could barely sleep these days; I kept having nightmares of Karen and Damon laughing at me.

I was walking the outskirts of Redmoon pack, the edges of my black coat barely grazing the gravel path.

The cold morning wind bit into my skin, but I welcomed the sting. It reminded me of my pains, the reason why I'm still breathing and burning.

It's been two weeks since the cliff drama, and I'm still ...