Chapter 37

Monday morning. Last thing I remember was that I was running through the woods to satisfy my wolf, which was in heat, but now I'm surrounded by rogues. I remember when I was in this position, it was when my father was there, alive. I hadn't done anything then, but now I won't hesitate to rip their throats out. Why am I thinking this way when I know that Ian is a rogue? Its because these rogues are the ones who killed my father. These are the wolves who beated up my mother and Mason. How do I know that these are the exact wolves who killed my father? One, I can smell their familiar disgusting aura. And second, the memory of that night never faded away. I am in my wolf form, and so are they. There was no alpha wolf here this time, so that's a positive fact. One wolf stepped out from the group of seven, and slowly stepped my way. I am in heat, and I am bothered! I can see the way the wo