(21) The Temple and the Arkaline Family
IONA
Earlier, time was too fast and not still at all but now while Sarah pull my arm and I was powerless compared to her strength, time was too slow. I couldn’t get away no matter how hard I try. Her hold was firm, and it only hurts me when I do try.
“Drake! Damiano!” I shout but there were so many growls and fighting that I doubt they heard me. I didn’t even see Drake shift or Damiano’s form at all.
I do see Aunt Fiona. She’s known as the feral daughter of one of the strongest Alphas in the werewolf word. She’s known to have silver fur that shines in the light and gleams at night. I spot her pinning three wolves below her and one in her mouth. Blood staining her fur, but she looks unbeatable. A dark wolf jumps over her to tackle a wolf attemptin
