And just like that, they were gone.
I was left staring wide eyed into the distance. Cold night wind blew, sending a chill to my sweaty face. The fleeting sense of triumph that I felt earlier vanished along with the disappearance of the Vermont Coven. Realizing I missed my shot at taking back my wolf, I fell on my knees to the ground.
I wanted to cry, but for some reason, my tear ducts were empty. No hot swelling persisted at the back of my eye balls. No itchy sensation in the corners of my eyes. Nothing. Just a profound sense of defeat. The rhythm of my heartbeats slowed down as I felt my blood flow through my veins like tomato ketchup. Slow and thick.
Flashes of the bastard's ragged and sickly face ransacked my thoughts. I wasn't just frustrated for myself. Oddly enough, I was also
