Skye’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I clenched my fists tightly, trying hard to control my breath, but it was hard when you know that you can drop dead at any second.
“Don’t panic. If he wants to shoot you, he has done so by now.” Mora said to me, still alert, but the problem was that we had our back in that direction.
“Try….. try to find Thomas,” I asked Mora in panic, my mind running for any idea or plan that can save me or to inform anyone about the assassin.
It was hard to say if that person was from the pack or an outsider.
“Don’t stress, Skye,” Mora commanded me in a stern voice.
“I am trying.”
I gritted my teeth, already regretting coming onto the balcony at this hour.
“Concentrate on your senses,” Mora commanded again, ignoring my anxiety.
I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths,
