-Claire’s P.O.V.-
I am pushed into the office a bit hastily, forcing myself to remain upright as the momentum threatens to send me straight to the floor face first.
“This can’t be real,” I mutter as soon as I hear the door close behind us. I clutch my hair between my hands, trying to force the images out of my head. “How could this happen so quickly?”
“We should have been ready for it,” Zack says. “Everything has been leading us here since that first attack.”
I laugh dryly to myself. “And we have been simply following along like good little wolves, huh?”
“In a way, yes.” Jake’s voice momentarily forces me out of my head. He was looking at me, though I could tell he was trying not to. We’d barely been given any time to deal with what had happened between us on our own befor
