It was about time. My mother and Martha were both victims of Alaric; Martha had simply been lucky enough to survive.
I cleared my throat, breaking the spell. They could work through the rest in private.
“How do we get this bastard?” I asked, my voice sharper now. Because I was out of ideas—and Alaric was still hiding in the shadows.
We had thought Rockville would force some kind of response from him, but he was still hiding in the shadows. The only confirmed sighting had been when he intercepted a vessel loaded with ammunition bound for Mistwood. How long were we supposed to keep playing hide-and-seek with this bastard?
Martha raised her hand like she was in a classroom. I almost laughed. Clearly, my father had never allowed her to take part in pack affairs before. I nodded for her to
