It was an intense moment.
With her hands running over her arms nervously, Jodie stood beside Viola and a little group that was a mix of werewolves still in their human forms and a few wolfless Pack members. They were huddled together by one corner on the field where they'd celebrated the bonfire night a few weeks ago. Their eyes were fastened on the drama unfolding at the center of the field.
Jodie couldn't help but remember that night of the bonfire, when Coby shared with her the powerful history of the Phoenix Pack. Back then, he'd been filled with so much admiration and love for his people. At least that was what she'd perceived. Clearly she'd been wrong because a few days later, Ingrid was killed and this whole new fear was unlocked. What's worse was his pretentious reactions to the news of her death. Everyone who saw him then had said he looked miserable. Terribly hurt for losing his dear friend. Well, now they knew better.
