“What was that?” Cyla asks, her face still stained with fresh tears.
“We have to go” I say, feeling cold and it has nothing to do with the temperature.
“Could it be Amelia?” Olivia asks.
Owen looks terrified at the idea.
“Warn the pack” I tell them. “I am going to where the smoke is”
“You can’t go alone!” Cyla shouts.
“I’m sure the alpha will be there in no time” I tell them. “Go. Take the pack to safety”
Cyla has no chance to protest any further as Owen and Olivia drag her away.
I take off running towards where the thick black smoke is coming from. Sure enough, four white wolves soon join me in my race.
The intoxicating scent coming from one of them tells me it’s Soren. I look at him as I run, knowing we are yet to exchange a word after what happened earlier. His sad look tells
