KIMBERLY POVThe grandfather clock in the hall chimed nine, each loud ring echoing through the pack house like a funeral bell.I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of my bedroom window, gazing across the courtyard below, at shadows dancing. Torches wrapped the perimeter, flames twisting violently in autumn wind.“You’re trembling,” Mona whispered, her face coming to rest beside mine in the window.I didn't turn. “Am I supposed to be chill when I’m being sold like livestock?“He’s here,” Mona said, as if my bitterness didn’t faze her.The crowd below parted as the sea did before Moses. I could feel it even through the glass — the wave of power that came before him.Alpha Derrick Wilson of the Night Walker Pack glided, lethal grace in each step, midnight robes billowing about him, his followers scuttling behind like well-trained shadows.I stepped back involuntarily. "God, look at them all. Crouching, retreating from the look in his eyes.”“It’s respect,” Mona said correcting her
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