Chapter 36 I Don't Want To Fucking Understand
- The morning air hit harsher than usual.
- Tara and Taylor stood stiff on the porch, the wind tugging at their jackets, eyes set on the sleek black car pulling up the gravel path. Amarok stepped out first, followed by Geri. Both dressed in black, both wearing that same look, like they'd barely slept, like their wolves hadn’t let them.
- The girls didn’t speak.