Savannah slammed the door and drove off.
My emotions ripped into me. Frustration. Rage. Possessiveness.
Why did I care if she was miserable?
She was just a means to an end. The key to getting the answers I needed.
The seer’s prophecy wound around me, like a python strangling an unsuspecting victim in the night. If you do not stop them, she will be dead before the full moon rises, and with her, the future of your pack.
The moon was up, and nearly full. Three nights left.
I scrubbed a hand through my hair. The fortune teller had drawn three tarot cards to foresee my future. The Moon for our adversaries. Strength for the girl. And the third had been for me.
The Hanged Man.
That fate seemed inevitable now. Savannah Caine was going to be the end of me.
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S. K. Gregory is an author, editor and blogger. She currently resides in Northern Ireland.
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