Amaya
“Hold position,” I linked to the group as we neared the tunnels opening.
Praying my father was still alive and hadn’t returned to the pack, I mind linked him, “Dad? Dad, are you there?”
“I’m here, honey,” he linked back, “Are you safe? Did you make it to the tunnels?”
“I’ve got the women and children in the tunnels with me, but dad,” I pinched my nose to hold in the sob, “Mum’s-”
“I know sweetie,” he returned, and I nervously chewed at my lip.
“Oh my god, they’ve got you too?” I worried, considering turning back and fighting to rescue them.
“No, honey,” he replied and while I was relieved, I worried how he was also coping. “Jake, Ryder, Blaze and I are almost at the opening of the tunnel. We’ll meet you there and we can work out what to do next.”
“We’re here and ready when y
