Chapter Sixty-Nine
Trina’s POV
The footsteps get closer each second, still, my body doesn’t leave the floor following my mother’s instructions. But even if she hadn’t told me that, I still wouldn’t have been able to move, with my legs heavy from everything that just played out before my eyes, and my head reeling, trying to take it all in. My throat is parched and desperately in need of water, yet I cannot utter the words. I blink in the dark, a migraine working its way to the fore of my head.
Their scents become more pronounced, and I easily make out Logan’s – more powerful than the rest of them. It stirs my wolf and almost immediately, I begin to feel the blood flow in my legs once again and warmth return to my bones. I can also smell Jake and Anne with him, but there are two indeciphe
