Samantha

My mind kept replaying Cassandra's report in very clear, horrifying details. An entire pack slaughtered. Children, families, Alpha Dimitri crucified on a tree with warning words carved into his chest.

This was one of those times I hated having my kind of creative mind, because it kept building possible scenes and piling them up like they were some sort of memory.

I kept touching the pendant, looking for comfort from its warmth, but even that felt insufficient against the magnitude of ...