Soon I realize I’m just standing alone in the silent darkness of Arbor Woods. I wipe away my tears, hearing my father’s words in my head, ‘Cry, then move on. It doesn’t solve your problems.’ I sigh, my breath rattling in my chest like a spray paint can.

I grab my bag and put the tranquilizer gun in it.

One good thing about being a Lycan is our sense of direction is second-to-none. Even in a dense, unmarked forest in the middle of the night, I know exactly ...