I’ll admit it. Even with her hand firmly on Rose’s neck and with the scent of blood heavy in the air, Phoebe looked gorgeous.

She wore a black pants and a heavy violet cloak. Her hair was tied back with a single purple ribbon. Her face was flawless and round and the image of sweetness... It was hard to think she was responsible for Sarah and Helen being slumped in a corner behind her.

“Sarah!?” Wendy shouted. I could feel her body tense in anger as her wolf ...