Kalev’s POV

We stood on the edge of the cliff. The facility stood behind us. The wind was strong, as though it knew what I was about to do. The waves swelled with white crescents then crashed down onto the shore.

I don’t know why I’d chosen this spot. I hated the facility. But somehow, it had seemed right. So many wolves had been siphoned here. It seemed like a fitting place, since Orrin would be the last wolf to ever be siphoned.

The sky was overcast and gray. A slight drizzle of rain had started. Just like the wind, the weather seemed fitting. It would have been strange if...