Avery’s POV
We had entered a period of rain. Every day the pack house windows rattled in their casements as thunder rumbled all around us. Wolves darted in and out, swathed in raincoats and parkas and smelling of wet dog.
I watched the rain pouring in thick channels down the glass and traced its path with my fingertips. Beyond, the distorted street that led through the village shone, the streetlamps reflecting off the wet pavement in halos of light.
I turned away from the window and towards the table in my room where my untouched dinner sat upon a tray.
I took two swift steps and dashed the entire tray to the ground.
China shattered, and food sprayed.
Breathing heavily I stared at the mess.
I had just come from a council meeting. The recent refugees to Nightwolf had requested
