After the festival, Nero's attitude toward me hadn't changed but there were some slight differences, he wasn't kinder but something had changed. He looked at me different. No longer with the loathing and disgust I had been seeing in his gaze. I couldn't describe it, it didn't seem to be indifference.
I had never seen a more grueling sight, the night of the festival, when all the wolves had changed except for a few beta guards who had remained in human form to watch the clearing and the slaves.
Every one else had changed, the calling of the moon had been too strong, the wolves had been unable to resist.
The night had been filled with so much roucous, different werewolves howling at the same time. The sounds had been bone chilling.
Jack had held on to me tightly as we watched the pack m
