Sable

I thought I was just tired.

I mean, we did just fight a war. I used magic to hurt people—to help kill them—and that’s not something that’s easy to bounce back from.

It’s not that I regret my actions. They were necessary for the good of my packs. But two months ago, I was a naive teenager living in an abusive home with an “uncle” who barely let me leave the house.

Now? I’m sleeping with wolves. Killing witches.

It could get to a girl.

And if I slept last night at all, it was scattered and light and full of nightmares about a woman with long red nails...