Otto Moorland

We took Emilia's car because I didn't trust myself to drive.

The rage simmering beneath my skin made focus difficult. Every few minutes, I'd feel my control slipping, my wolf demanding we shift and hunt properly instead of relying on human transportation.

"Talk to me," Emilia said after an hour of tense silence. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking about how many lives he destroyed. How he studied us like experiments and calculated exactly what it would take to break ...