I told myself to stop thinking the worst.
Riley would be fine. She had to be fine.
But no matter how many times I repeated it in my head, that snowy night would not leave me. I could still feel the cold ground beneath me, the sharp sting when Silas drove the blade into my side, the smell of iron thick in the air. I had never imagined betrayal would come from within our own circle. In our world, enemies were supposed to stand outside the pack borders not sit at the same table.
The front door creaked open, pulling me back to the present. Harlan stepped out first, his scent sharp with agitation. His gaze swept the yard like a restless guard on patrol.
"Where's Janice?" he asked.
"She went back," Lewis answered calmly.
"Back? That woman left me again!" Harlan stomped his foot, frustration rolling off him in waves.
