I knew it was going to be a shitty day just when I opened my eyes. Not only I was dead tired, because my damn wolf kept sending me visuals of Sasha. Again! Her smile, laughter and the way she adorably wrinkled her nose when she was writing. The damn beast seems to notice everything about her just to torment me later. And it wasn't even that bad, those were perfectly appropriate pictures at first, but when my dreams brought me back to the field in front of the raided Pack House I see in all of my nightmares I knew where he was heading with it.
It was the same yellowed grass splattered with a fresh blood. A bunch of my men I sent out with her were lying lifelessly on the ground creating a pathway of bodies I needed to cross to reach the morbid finale. And there at the end of the path, clos
