The Fallout

Flora took up the lone corner of a black, unornamented café outside of the glistering halls of the Alpha pack, her voice pulsing as she spoke to her dearest friend ever, Marissa." I noway imagined that I would be then, down from it. I noway imagined that I would leave that world before," she confessed, her voice cracking in anguish.

Marissa reached over the small, war- torn table and grasped Flora's hand." I know, Flora. You need time — time to heal and figure out who you're ...