The Dark Moon pack, California
Blake
We arrived home after our conversation with Drake and I followed Natalia up to our room. She seemed exhausted. I helped her to the bathroom and went back to our room to call Dylan. I needed his help desperately.
“Hey Blake, what’s up?” Dylan’s pleasant voice came from the other side of the line.
“Hey, Dylan. I need your help, man,” I cut to the chase, no time to lose.
“Blake, what’s the matter?” Dylan asked.
I briefed Dylan on the situation and asked for the antidote.
“I will have it prepared and deliver it to you tonight, Blake. Don’t worry,” Dylan assured me, and I disconnected the call. Natalia came back into the room, wearing a set of silk PJs. Her hair was still dripping wet.
I rushed over to her, helped her to the bed and with a dry towel,
