Chapter Twelve

“My old werewolf Pack.” Brooke added, petting Sugar rhythmically.

Kris’ mouth fell open at this, his mom never talked about her past and he never prodded, respecting her wishes.

He was smart enough to figure that if his mom was so adamant about hiding her past, then it couldn’t be very pretty.

“You can ask questions, and not just stare at me like I’ve grown a second head.” She teased but it came out bitter and sour.

Kris slowly sat down. “Where is your old Pack?” He asked carefully.

Brooke took a deep breath like it took a lot out of her to just talk about it. “North from here.” She replied vaguely.

“Are you sure it hasn’t been taken down by Werewolf Hunters?” He asked out loud the first thought that plagued him when she mentioned it.

Brooke’s answer came immediately. “No.” She replied with conviction, petting Sugar with a deep concentration reserved for other far important things.

Kris waited for her to continue, letting her take her time.

“If my old Pack falls then all Werewolves wo