Delilah.
“Is he alive?” I say to myself, wisps of disheveled hair escape their confines, framing my furrowed brow as I clutched tightly my trembling hands. I am going back, thinking about everything and I can’t seem to breathe. The whole of Moonsdale is under attack—this is only possible because they have taken our pack. The mist…it puts our wolf asleep. I did not think there could ever be a poison like that.
I could not feel Alyssa. I wanted to fight, I wanted to do something but I was limited in every aspect. My eyes dart between the road and the windows, trying to navigate the critical crossroads with a blend of caution and urgency. They took my family and friends as prisoners. We were a great number but the mist weakened every wolf trainee, the gammas, the Hellhounds.
“Thorn…my Thor
