Chapter 18
- Chapter Seventeen: Alabama
- Breakfast had long since finished, my brothers having scattered to finish their tasks. I stood in the foyer, adjusting the thigh holsters that held my pistols. I preferred to fight with my claws or in wolf form, but one never knew when they would need firearms.
- "Ruslana," Mama called as she entered the foyer, her hands hidden behind her back while a leather strap was sling over her shoulder. "I realized I had forgotten to give you your birthday present earlier, with all the chaos going on."