Chapter Twelve
Simon glanced out the window of the helicopter at the house below him. Red dust swirled, casting a cloud as it began to lower. His fingers curled into his palms as he fought the fear threatening to choke him.
He hadn’t been afraid since he was a young, half-starved, and abused boy. Not even when he was changed into a werewolf had he felt the fear that was now threatening to consume him. What if she refused to see him? What if she denied his claim? What if she… didn’t love him in return?
“Are you sure about this?” Youssef asked through the headset. “I will do what I can to protect you, Simon, but I doubt it will be enough to slow them down.”
Simon turned his gaze to his friend. A calm mask of acceptance was reflected on Youssef’s face. Youssef believed they would both die
