Ten years had passed since that terrible night, no…“terrible” didn’t even begin to describe it. During those ten years I lived at Bower Lake’s Gypsy Camp…still living with the pain of my sister's death. Every night I saw Lucien kill her and every night I remember my survival. The chance I was given to revenge Rose’s death. I gave her a look. I didn’t need her to tell me that it was going to be dangerous. The man had already proved that he would do anything to get what he wanted, even if it meant killing the innocent! I looked down at Storm, who looked back up at me wagging his tail. * * *