Chapter 35 Killing Fields

• "Monsters can hide in plain sight, with no one suspecting what lies beneath the surface. The world is filled with them, and most are human. Lucas was always a monster, but he hid it behind kind eyes and smiles. It was my job to find the demons and drive them out, and I failed. Maybe I deserved what I had endured since I'd failed the pack in spotting the monster within our midst. My father never hid the sinister nature he wore like a cloak around him. The pack was always wary of him, but they stayed because of me. Because of my legacy and the bloodline that I hold." Guilt washing over me that I was held in a prison of my own making. Not me, per second, but the blood rushing through my veins drove Fenrir wolves to our gates, where they'd become my responsibility to protect.
• "It isn't your fault, Braelyn. What happened to you down there-it shouldn't have happened to anyone. Ever. Saint is coming. I'll call Douglas and secure passage. You figure out how to lose your guards." Tora's eyes followed Saint as he moved across the courtyard. "The pack doesn't want you helping them anymore. They prefer that you keep your distance. The omegas have re- quested that you be denied access to the children and their quarters.”
• Saint's footsteps stalled at her words. I caught his scent on the wind, closing my eyes against the pain of her confession. Turning toward her, I nodded.