Chapter 668

• Twenty-four hours had passed since the rogue attack on my pack, and I had never looked forward to killing someone as much as I did right in that moment. We stood in the middle of the forest in a natural clearing in the middle of all the trees. I had chosen this spot for the ceremony because it reminded me of the clearing in Seward.
• Collin McGowen stood in front of me as four Zetas carried Scot and Shaw to the middle and laid their bodies down gently on the ground. Surrounding us in the clearing were the rest of their family, their friends, and the Zetas they had been close to.
• The rest of the pack were waiting further down in the forest where we would burn the rogue bodies after the ceremony. I was wearing a suit, and in my hands, I held a knife. It was gifted to me by the gods because it had appeared on my desk that afternoon when I started making the arrangements to set their spirits free.