RORY
AT THE SANCTUARY
I looked over at Oliver and the rest of the pack. They looked stoic and powerful. I was envious. Here I was shaking in my paws. I didn't like that there wasn't a plan. Up until this point, I had been adamant about facing Astelle regardless of whether there was a plan or not. In hindsight, I had been reckless and impatient with Oliver and the others regarding Astelle. And Oliver had told me I was impatient, and I had still pressed him. I felt terrible that I had been so restless and impatient with him. Now that it was time to face Astelle, I wasn't so sure that was such a brilliant idea.
'What's the plan?' Jeremy mind-linked.
After a moment, Oliver responded. 'Let's go on inside and see if we can rescue Rory's mom.'
'Cynthia,' I mind-linked.
'Right, Cynthia. Lac
