CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

When Andrew came to consciousness, he'd expected to find himself around Emily's house, or on top of the unfortunate person his wolf had torn to unrecognizable bits, or anywhere outside the pack's territory because his wolf made it clear this wolf never backed down on its crazy impulses, or in chains. After all, his father would have sent scouts to drag him back

He'd lain still for several minutes, thinking of how he would retch when he saw the mess he'd created. The gore of blood, organs, intestines, and bones. How the voices in his head would haunt him, how he would puke till he passed out then wake up and puke again with his conscience suffocating him and his skin crawling. How he would have to clean himself up and then go in search of new clothes before finding a place to dispose of the torn pieces of his victims. How the hollow and terrified looks of the corpses would gaily add to the ghouls that haunted his dreams. How he wouldn't be able to eat or sleep in weeks to come.

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