Chapter 8

Gail closed her bedroom door and leaned against it. Despite her best attempts, the guilt flooded her. The witches had all but declared war on the werewolves. Worse yet, it seemed they were winning. Gail had no doubts that the coven controlling all werewolves in the area, or possibly the country, wasn’t a good thing. But what could she do about it? She took down the box from the closet with the idea to toss the charm in there, but when she saw the pictures, she hesitated. Gail plopped down on the bed next to the box. She picked up one photograph.

It was of her and her parents on one of their many hikes through the forest. Her mother loved being among the trees. She said it made her feel connected to the world. Gail looked about eight or nine in the picture, making it one of the last pictures her parents had taken before their murder. They died not too far from that location. 

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