all the way to the horizon, and the first sunbeams were just starting to shine on its surface. It w

and a place of peace and quiet. I would eat seafood that was brought in fresh every morning by a fisherman who lived two streets away and was expertly cooked by his tiny, old grandmo

ful life built

that I thought my grandfather was finally stepping up, that he would finally do everything he had been putting off because he was getting old and sick. I thought about him putting his foot down and getti

ground, my private world, which I loved so much,

the responsibilities that come with leading a pack. There had been no planni

n over the pack and were mistreating the few members of our generation who didn't run away. Ana, my sweet cousin, was forced to get married to Jeff in a fake ceremony, and he got her preg

in a rough line. I felt sick to my stomach when I thought about the taste of Sid's blood on my tongue after I ripped out his

hammock for weeks, barely able to move. My body was taking a long time to heal, even though shifters shou

lit up my family and my pack. What had I done, though? The same old crap. I ran away from my responsi

n over the pack and were mistreating the few members of our generation who didn't run away. Ana, my sweet cousin, was forced to get married to Jeff in a fake ceremony, and he got her preg

in a rough line. I felt sick to my stomach when I thought about the taste of Sid's blood on my tongue after I ripped out his

hammock for weeks, barely able to move. My body was taking a long time to heal, even though shifters shou

lit up my family and my pack. What had I done, though? The same old crap. I ran away from my responsi

t was less than ten miles away. If there were no weather delays, it would take me seven hours to fly to the small town where I grew up and see the wreck of everything I used to know. By tonigh

e handle of my duffel bag and put it over my shoulder. I star