"Is the spell that girl's work?" Evan asked looking at a pissed Conan. Caspian shrugged his shoulders because he wasn't sure if it was her doing or not. All she'd told him was that he had to save the pack in order to save Celeste. He didn't know what she meant but he wasn't in a position to question anything. If saving the pack meant saving Celeste then that was exactly what he would do. He'd sell his soul to anyone who told him they could bring her back.
Feeling warm blood trickling down his fingers, Celeste's blood, had been a reality check. He hadn't believed that she could die. Even when she was gone for a year, the hope that she was safe and okay was what kept him going. Seeing her bleeding out in front of him was the kind of horror he didn't want to experience ever ag
