Taylor
From the confines of the pack house, I watched as the battleground unfolded before me. Moonlight cast an ethereal glow upon the pack lawn, illuminating the fierce clash of beasts and armed hunters in a deadly dance of teeth, claws and guns. The constant echoed sound of one the hunters weapons going off filled my ears, bringing anguish and fury to my heart.
I never meant for any of this to happen, and the fact that the battle being my fault only made things hurt worse. People would lose their lives tonight, and all of it was because both sides wanted control of me.
Staring down amongst the chaos, blood scattered upon the ground—I spotted him. Tatum moved through the hunters like a skilled dancer through the crowd. His long silver blade sparkled under the moonlight as he slashed through all those who opposed him.
“It isn’t too late to fix things.”
