-Jake’s P.O.V-
There is a moment in between not knowing and knowing where I am a mere husk, unliving and without any breath being taken into my lungs. It feels as if there is something pressing into me, suffocating me. My sight becomes unfocused to the point I am certain all I can see is an image of Claire lying at the bottom of the cliff, back bent over a rock.
There is blood everywhere
Then Zack shakes me enough to allow reality to creep back in.
“Jake,” he calls out, his own expression cracked as I meet his eyes.
“Where is Caine?” I am not sure what sort of voice comes out, but it is enough for Zack to lean away slightly. I turn to Landon, my wolf creeping out into my expression.
He knows where she is
I feel the instinct to pounce him deep into my bones. It slo
