Cassandra's POV:
After running at full speed carrying a heavy ass duffle bag for almost an hour, I was tired and sweaty as we neared the border of Amelia's new mate's pack. I notice the werewolves in our group were not even out of breath, they seem like they could run twenty more miles before breaking a sweat. Well, I take that back, glancing at Sarah I can tell she is slightly winded but not sweaty like I am. I may have a faster speed than normal witches due to Amelia and my shared powers but I do not possess the stamina she does at high speeds.
In the distance I see two guards waiting at what must be the border to Damien's territory. In all honesty, I secretly hoped Amelia would have found a mate in her own pack. I greedily wanted my best friend to still live close to me, but I cared a
