DILLON
Olivia's car stops, and I slowly stop mine behind hers. The other cars in the formation also come to a stop and we all climb out in an almost synchronized manner.
Olivia shuts the door to the driver's seat with a loud bang and walks to me. She wraps her hands tight around me and I wrap mine over her, my eyes focused on the distant smoke that is still rising in the atmosphere from the bombing.
A sob escapes her mouth, getting my attention and I rub her back up and down.
"Are you crying," I ask.
She doesn't respond but the escape of another sob from her mouth tells me she is.
"You can't break down now, Olivia," I say, irritated. "The real battle hasn't even begun and you're already crying. For once, let the wolf side of you take control. You can't let yourself be controlled by
