Devon
I’ve nearly bitten my fingernails down to their quicks, fiery pain now lancing through my fingertips. I don’t remember being this agitated before. My heart thunders away like it’s its own marching band, pounding against my ribs.
I’ve tried pacing around the room, trying to get her from my mind, but to no avail. She’s a tattoo on my mind that can never be removed, a memory that’s sharper than a knife.
I’ve seen the route they’re taking. They intend on going south along the coastline, passing through Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and Delaware. Two packs are in Pennsylvania, one in New Jersey, and two more in Delaware. A few more are scattered further south in Georgia and Florida, but they don’t have the time to visit all of them.
The five closest are among their truest allies, having been the source of many trades in the past and many marriages between them.