K I A R A
A cold shiver ran through my spine the moment Scarlett’s body was brought back to the pack house. It wasn't because she was dead, I felt no sadness for the woman who had betrayed me and plotted my demise. It was the way she died.
Damon had broke the news to me a few hours ago and then he told me that he was going to check on the body. He told me to stay put, that he didn't want me to see something like that. But I had to see for myself. I had a feeling that this was much bigger than all of us.
I waited for Damon to be distracted with Roland. I then sneaked out of our room and went to the morgue.
Scarlett's body was covered with a white sheet. I took a deep breath and pulled the sheet back. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling with a look of pure terror. There was a
