chapter 133

Sable

I feel wrung out, like someone twisted me all around and hung me out to dry without considering the consequences to my well-being.

Between barricading Cleo from my mind and helping Archer through his deep grief earlier, then spending most of the afternoon scrubbing blood out of the street in front of Malcolm’s house, I’m done. Well-done steak on a too-hot grill done. Too bad for me, life isn’t done asking things of me.

Because now I’m surrounded by the entirety of three shifter packs on the field outside the meeting house, and things aren’t going great.I should have expected this cacophony of sound and chaos. Clearly, we have a lot to talk about, and some of it isn’t easy. Some of it sucks pretty hard. But I thought, given that several of the most respected elders are leading the meeting alongside my four mates, things would go a little smoother.

That’s probably too much to ask for in a large crowd of people who just lost everything to win a battle they didn’t begin. It’s a mira