Dahlia

Werewolves aren't supposed to freeze, but I'm cold under the blanket, desperate for heat. It must be because of shock. I found my best friend's body and my brain is still trying to process it. The image plays on replay in my mind while there's this stabbing feeling in my chest. 

I'm not okay. 

"It's very chilly in the room."

I roll my eyes at Alaric's voice. "You're the former Alpha of the Yellow Stone Pack, you, if anyone, ...