AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 The next morning, there had been reports that came overnight of a werewolf attack at the neighboring pack of Nirvana’s grandfather, Case, one in Hawaii, and near the Mexican border.

　　　

　　　 The New York packs were on high alert for full escalation. My gut told me, the director had been quick to take advantage of the earthquake situation, and his minions had made a quick stop before they moved to either of the two places.

　　　

　　　 Fury pummeled me. I wanted to do something but one man couldn’t end this atrocity. I mean, woman.

　　　

　　　 “I know that look.” Ren sighed beside me, his hand on my wrist.

　　　

　　　 “What look?” I looked...