Samantha

The knock on the bedroom door came just after nine that evening. I had been sitting by the window, watching the Mysticwoods pack members going about their evening routines. The couples walking hand in hand, children being called in from play, and everything settling into nighttime peace.

It was so different from Bellmoon, where lately every evening felt tense.

"Come in," I said, expecting maybe one of the staff asking if I needed anything.

Gabriel entered, and I felt my breath hang. ...