***Sam's P.O.V.***
Callie and I lay in bed, with my arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly. Since she revealed that she was going to be taken by that monster, my stomach has been in knots. Every second that passes, my mind constantly tries to formulate plans to keep her safe.
With all the new allies making our pack practically undefeatable on the battlefield, taking out Chris's army should be a breeze. Still, numbers won't help if I can't find Callie if Chris keeps her locked away somewhere. I look down at Callie to memorize her sleeping face when I notice her eyes staring back at me.
"I can't breathe," Callie says, scrunching her nose.
I realize how tight I'm holding her, so I lessen my grip before squeezing the life out of her. Once Callie is able to move, she wraps her arms
