“You know,” she started, her eyes distant, “where we lived was just a small town, surrounded by forest, about 30 miles from the pack center.”

I nodded. Our little cabin had been tucked even deeper into the woods compared to most of the other houses, because that was the only land I could afford at that time.

“When we got word that Star Ocean was attacking,” she continued, “we marked our houses as residences and took shelter. But you know,” she sneered, bitterness ...