Eighty-Three

DIMITRI

I was up at the crack of dawn. I rolled out of bed with a grimace. My night's sleep had been far from restful. My run in the woods had helped ease my mind, but not much. There was still a lot of nervous energy pent-up in me. I wanted to be at the forefront of a battle. I wanted to just... do something. But for now, there was nothing I could do. I just had to wait until the assholes leaving destruction in their wake showed their ugly faces.

But damn! Waiting was so hard. The attacks across various packs were spreading now. Hardly each day passed without Silas informing me of more attacks. They were even increasing in intensity. It sure looked like whoever was behind this wanted to slowly spread fear among the packs that had as yet not been attacked.

I shook my head to clear it as I padded barefoot into the bathroom. It was a new day. I had a whole lot of things to do, so I couldn't dwell on that now. After I had shaved and showered, I felt much better. The scalding water had he