THE SHATTERED WHITE WOLF
I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave.
My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt.
Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world.
I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.