"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known."
-Carl Sagan
POV: Stella
I walk down the stairs groggily this morning. I didn't sleep much last night. My mind was clouded with everything that happened yesterday. I have so many questions. My mate didn't get back until late. It was around midnight when they got home. They were trying to shield the blood which covered them from me but I knew what it was. They took their anger out on the rogues and tortured them.
They seem to think I'm this fragile little girl and I don't want that. I know I come off like that but I don't feel like it's true. I've seen my fair share of blood. I'm a werewolf too. I just don't have access to her like most others do with their wolves.
"Good morning, Bunny." Ryder greets me. My mates call me all kin
