When Saif stepped out from the trees, I pulled myself out of my daydream on the porch steps and straightened my back. All I wanted was a moment of peace when I wasn’t haunted by the past or being hounded by Kylie.
I loved her so much, but damn it was hard sometimes and tiring. It was hard to deal with all this s**t alone.
“What is it?” I asked Saif.
“About twenty rogues just stepped onto our property, coming from the west,” Saif said, standing at my front door and wiping some blood from his chin. “You need to get out here. There’s so f*****g many of them. I’m not sure we’ll be able to hold them all off without you.”
Howls echoed throughout the forest, and my chest tightened. Since Hannah King committed suicide, I hated the thought of any of my pack members dying when I could help them.
