Peyton's Point of View
Amelia's form went completely rigid. She was statue still and her eyes were no longer looking at me. She was looking straight through me at a nondescript tree in the distance.
My stomach dropped through the floor and the blood in my veins ran cold. Someone in our pack was mind linking her. I didn't know who and I didn't know what about, but her face was set with a look that was somewhere between alarm and blind panic. She was nodding her head furiously, agreeing with something or someone.
"I'll be right there." She said out loud with a steely determination ringing through her voice.
I swallowed hard. Was this it? Was it all about to be over?
"What?" I asked her, the second her eyes came back into focus and her mind came back to the present. "What is it
