Delilah.
“Stay away from me!” I yell, looking from one spot to the other, ultimately shivering because I can’t sense my wolf. I can’t sense my loved ones. I cannot feel anything!
Uncontrollable tremors rack my body, hands trembling as if grappling unseen horrors. Beads of sweat form on my forehead, mirroring the intense distress etched across my pale face. The man who called himself Silver Suka looks at me—his eyes blazing in anger and at a speed that is an uncanny swiftness, defying the limitations of movement.
He stands in front of me and grabs a hold of my neck, squeezing my ability to inhale.
“Shut your mouth!” Suka yells.
“Your husband is going to die.” He says, but I move my head in disapproval, unable to speak. Finally, he lets go of my neck and I inhale.
“What do you want?
