~Alistair~

We were literally surrounded by werewolves, all of which I remembered clearly. Some had just been kids when I had been made a pariah, others had been teenagers. Aunt Salome was the oldest of them all, and asides her grey hair, she looked like she was their age mate.

My aunt was beautiful in every sense of the word, and even at the age of fifty, she still hadn’t lost her fashion sense and was very much interested in still looking attractive and young. When she was just a teenager, she had been made the assistant warrior head, and now, she was the Head of all the warriors. She...