Hanna
I saw him walking through the cloak of fog, his body illuminated by the porch light as he neared the cabin. He saw me in the window and stopped short of knocking on the door, his blue eyes shadowed by dark circles.
I wasn’t afraid of death. I wasn’t afraid of the punishment coming my way. So, when Alpha Ethan arrived on my doorstep, I was ready. I had already surrendered.
He didn’t come inside as I opened the door, slowly, trying not to wake Kacidra, who was asleep on the couch. He tilted his head toward the gravel road, motioning for me to follow.
It was the dead of night. The fog hung low and twisted between the sparse trees. The big house, Rowan’s home, was darkened, not a single light on inside.
