Styles P.O.V
We didn't even stand a fucken chance at all. Why? Like, why the heck did we choose to go for a run beats me. It was stupid. Jakes' idea. The bastard. I must admit that Silver was feeling overwhelmed and restless as well. He wanted to go to the forest. I guess I can't be mad even though I am. It's pointless. I still found it stupid.
I am angry because now, I am floating in this white fog! I wanted to smash my fists against something and kick, but I couldn't. No where to go! I can't even feel silver. I can't feel anything! I can't even speak or yell at Jake! The bastard got us into this mess. I died. I know that I died. I saw the bloody feral as he jumped at my neck, knocking me into another feral that started ripping at me with his claws. Thank goddess they didn't rip my hea
