Samantha's pov

"Jeremy?" My eyes couldn't believe it. Was I unconscious? Was this a dream? Did I hit my head too hard and now suffering the repercussions of a concussion? No, I want it. I am a werewolf, we don't have concussions at least not one that lasts this long. I wipe my eyes one more time but he was still there. Grinning and scratching the back of his head in the same farmiliar way he did before his presumed death.

Then I looked to the side to the person who had first waked in, Edgar, the missing council member. It was so shocking that I had to hold my...