NATE
"Gemma…" I let out, gripping my wounds. These attackers had used wolfsbane in their weapons.
A cold fury settled over me as they dragged Gemma away. I stood with anger, forgetting my pains for a while. I fought off the attackers surrounding me, tearing my way through to her.
"Gemma!" I screamed as the last of them collapsed from a strike of my claws. But, it was too late: they had taken Gemma, disappearing the way they had appeared in front of us.
The fields and forest around me were suddenly silent now. The only audible sound was of my breaths and the rustling of leaves in the distance. I clenched my fists, my claws digging into my palms and drawing blood.
I had failed to protect her. I had failed to protect the White Wolf. My mind raced, trying to piece together who could have
