Riley
The news channel was interesting this morning.
William killed plenty of my pack members outside of my school yesterday. The media was confused about what had happened or where the wolves had come from.
It's not surprising the pictures made headlines everywhere. I'm still haunted by the images, and I'm a werewolf. I couldn't sleep all night, not without nightmares.
Therefore, I hope to make myself think of something else by being in the woods today. My pack is going for a hunt. I could use the distraction. Maybe I can get William out of my head for a few seconds?
But I think that's only wishful thinking.
William is my mate, and he is a spreading infection. His smile is constantly on my mind.
I should be mad at him.
Seething.
But I'm not.
It would be eas
