Jenny’s POV
I couldn't bring myself to go back there and be humiliated again and Fred wouldn't leave me alone.
We were sitting at the dining table, sharing a bowl of vegetable soup. After our talk by the lake earlier that day, the heavy feeling in my heart was gone.
For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe. Fred smiled as he talked about fixing up the old deck in the backyard when the weather got warmer.
When a loud, terrifying sound echoed on the whole place.
It was the pack horn.
the emergency signal for an attack.
Fred dropped his spoon and stood up so fast his chair fell backward shouting and howling echoed from the eastern side of the pack grounds.
"Stay inside, Jenny" he ordered, his voice turning cold and sharp. He reached into the cabinet near the doo
