Rhea

Our trail went cold. We couldn’t find the monster or any traces of it. Frustration built with every passing day. I just wanted to know what it wanted from me, and more importantly, why it called me by my mother’s name. I just wanted answers, and I was tired of not having any.

Emma and Nina showed up at the pack house one day. They were glad the boys and I had made up, but that was the least of my concerns right now. I didn’t tell them that, ...