I'm amazed by everything Fredrick and I did last night, and Storm, my wolf, is content and happy in the back of my mind. Abbs and I had a discreet conversation about the dead bodies still scattered across the back training field. I suspect that Chase may know what we're discussing, but we don't want little Charlotte to hear the gruesome details.

In less than twenty-four hours, Abbs has changed in so many ways. She was making fun of me with Chase earlier, and now she's doing the same with Charlotte. I wouldn't change her newfound warmth and affection for anything in the world.

"Why don't we take care of...