Chapter Seven

The sun was barely rising from the horizon, but I was already up. No matter how hard I tried, I could barely sleep these days; I kept having nightmares of Karen and Damon laughing at me.

I was walking the outskirts of Redmoon pack, the edges of my black coat barely grazing the gravel path.

The cold morning wind bit into my skin, but I welcomed the sting. It reminded me of my pains, the reason why I'm still breathing and burning.

It's been two weeks since the cliff drama, and I'm still dealing with the aftermath. It is these walks that help keep my demons at bay. I wasn't healing; I was merely evolving, and until then, I just needed to lie low.

"You need to see the world through the eyes of your enemies," Rick had said during the period he trained me at the rogue hideout, and I guess now I perfectly understand what he meant then.

"If you must win, you must first understand how they think, how they move, and how they lie."

I guess this training is one of the reasons we had eluded