Lies and Crimson

Hands suddenly grab me hard and fast.

"Dad?"

"It's me." My sister is standing in my doorway in a tattered dress with blood slick down the front.

Staring at her, I can't believe Booker would hurt anyone like this. I don't think Booker is even capable of this kind of violence. There is a reason Booker isn't an alpha even though he is of good blood.

"How could he?" I say with my mouth open wide.

"I'm in pain." She walks two steps toward my bed and suddenly falls between the sheets. She passes out fast and hard. I still haven't gotten any answers, but I do have my sister.

I curl myself around her body. The warmth of her skin against my own is comforting. The hunt had left so much cold electricity in the air. Father is out doing Mother Moon knows what, and mother is also missing. I lay the blanket over her and kiss her forehead.

It reminds me of childhood. When we were cubs, Marta was the ferocious younger pup who was always getting into trouble. I am the one who would clean up the problem