She wasn’t scared. No, she wasn’t mad either. Maybe a bit worried, but mostly, Micky was pissed. How dared that witch kidnap her father? She considered herself a peaceful person, she valued life and tried to solve conflicts the best way possible, but right then. She swore she would kill Clarisse if she dared hurt her dad.
“What exactly did that witch say?” Micky asked her brother.
“She said she wanted you. He said to give yourself up for dad. She gave us two days.” Stiles said, his mood visibly down.
“Where?” Micky asked.
“Beacon Hills, the most energetic place there.” He answered.
“The Nemeton.” The rest of the pack said at the same time.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Micky said standing up fast, too fast. She swayed and sat back down while holding her head.
“You need to rest.”
