I knew Beck was upset.

He had his rights for being so.

He was first hand witness to the blood bath and also to the aftermath that Sherizad had brought onto our pack.

Sherry's presence in our house was a constant reminder of that.

The striking resemblance she shared with my girl was beyond the word 'unimaginable'.

When I saw her or looked at her face, my mind skipped all the years in between and settled straight for the time of our first meeting.

She was fearless and wild. The most feminine male , if that was even a proper way of describing her.

I still remembered how often she...