The noise had not only rocked me but also my parents. I could hear my mum shouting Dad and asking him what he thought was going on. After that, their conversation descended into hushed tones, clearly to keep their suspicions from me. I had heard the anxiety in my mum's tone. She was panicked. Whatever she thought what going on, she thought it was a danger to us. Little did she know how right she was.
No matter how I looked at it, I came to the same conclusion. The fight between Pip and the other werewolf had ended in the death of one or both of them, and I had been the reason. The pack would blame me for the issues facing them and that would make me even more of a target than I had been before.
"Esme, can you come downstairs, please?"
"I'm coming." I tried to fix the fake smile in pla
