Chapter 57

ACHILLES. I thought that seeing the glowing eyes of that creature in the photos was the most fearful feeling I would experience this year. But the way my heart dropped at Julie’s words would make a great contender along with that moment. “Your little boy?” Carlos repeats. “You lost him in the woods?” Julie nods and breaks into more painful sobs. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t know he would come to his dad without knowing where the hunting site was. He’s only eight years old, and he hasn’t had his wolf yet. He couldn’t shift, and he couldn’t communicate through mind-link. I have lost all kinds of contact with him. If he… if the….” She doesn’t complete her sentence, and in this case, she doesn’t have to. If the kid doesn’t die in the bitter cold, he would definitely die at the hands of the Rogues that seemingly linger everywhere in this goddamn land. It’s sickening how these tragedies keep on happening. My anger and indignation are growing stronger and stronger. I know that part of it was