Teresa

I felt the weight of the information I got from Tanya pressing against my ribs as I washed the Luna’s china.

My hands moved on instinct, and my mind busied itself with counting and memorizing numbers.

Numbers that had important consequences tied to them. Numbers that could determine the fate of a pack, or the fatal destruction.

Soldiers, Guards shifts, patrol locations, too many men with tough, well-regulated systems, and way too many boys pretending that the fear ...