Chapter 11

Eighteen Years Ago...

In the cold ground of the abode of the Fire Moon Pack, where the night's breeze howled gently, Sheila Swann is dressed in blood—literally.

The rest of the pack is holding a banquet, feasting and drinking. Laughing and merry-making.

But to Sheila, a soon-to-be mother of a baby g...

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