Yellow eyes. Blood shed. More bloodshed. And some drama. 
THAT is what it was at first. 

Then add witches to the mix and you have some messed up reality going on.

Target for a massacre.
Knives.
hit and runs
Kidnapping
Hostage

Crystal is a gem that grows in the midst of utter chaos directly aimed at her. 
A survivor's soul.
With more than enough lives involved in her business. Some good, some bad and some dead but kinda living too.

TARGET FOR DEMISE

Margot trempled in the corner of her own bed replaying what had happened inside her head over an over. A bucket of ice cold shame had woken her up into the nightmare she had been living. 


She finally looked up into her mate's pleading eyes. Mark oh Dear warrior Mark had not been part of the gossip chain of ears on the walls that heard what had happened earlier. But surely the head Beta's resignation must have reached him somehow. 


"Blake resigned," she said quietly and he sighed. The reaction being that he already had heard that part of the chaos that was going on in the pack house. 


"You don't seem that surprised," Margot noted and he moved closer so that he was seating beside her. 


"He and Jordan broke the pack bond nlt long ago," He announced nonchalantly making Margot gasped in shock. 


"They did what??" She asked, "Why so soon?" 


What if