Riley

The green fire from the burning note was still sizzling against the wood of the council table, and the sharp smell of sulfur was mixing with the scent of fresh blood dripping from the arrow feathers while my wolf roared right beneath my skin, demanding that I leap through the broken window frame to hunt down whoever had launched that projectile into our home. My father was already on his feet with his golden alpha eyes glowing bright in the dim room, and his hands were clenched into heavy fists as he looked at the shattered glass on the floorboards, his voice booming out over the shouts of the...