BRONZERIDGE PACK

Dimitri draws on his cigar and exhales. His focus fell on the dusky sky, which was signaling the approaching dawn. Since last night, he has been restless. He attempted to sleep, and he did, but only for five hours, and he has been sitting outside the pack house for hours, contemplating, ever since. He leaves the house believing his wolf would be calm, but he was mistaken. Something wasn't right.

His chest burned with unease and an uncomfortable sensation.

'What is your problem'

"I don't know. However, I feel restless and I have a thirst for blood’

His pronounced brows furrowed. His lips pursed in a straight line....