The anger in me didn't cool down. It just changed shape, like a fire that keeps eating even when you think it should be ash.
From the Morrigans to the Hales, from my death to this strange second life, the hatred and the revenge kept following me. I used to think death was the final page.
Now I know it was only the opening scene.
Camilla's real identity was still a locked door, and the hand behind her was still hiding in the dark. It didn't matter whose territory we stood on—Morrigans or Hale—this fight stayed the same.
Relentless.
Unforgiving.
The sky hung heavy and grey when we got back to the Hale Residence. It felt like the clouds were pressing down on our heads, squeezing the air out of our lungs.
A guard came running the moment we stepped inside. His face was pale, his breathing uneven. A lot of the pack's men had followed us to the hospital earlier, which meant the house had been quieter than usual.
Too quiet.
