“Sarah! You can’t be impulsive!” Damon watches me.
He’s recovered but he’s still leaning against Aliya, a lot of tiredness on his face.
“Impulsive?” I demand, furiously. “That b***h is going to kill three of my most trusted people tomorrow. I have to leave now!”
“We have to have a plan!” Lucas agrees but I can see the anger in his eyes. “How is she able to get the pack to go along with this?!”
I don’t know.
I don't understand how she has managed to convince any of the pack that this is a good idea.
“So, what's your plan?” Damon demands. “Just storm in there? Whatever grip she has on your pack isn’t going to be shaken so easily.”
I look at Aliya who looks thoughtful, “It could be magic but the caster shouldn’t be able to maintain a spell for more than few hours especially if the obj
