With the witch’s wind blast, Beatrice blasted Jack to the wall as the lights continued flickering. “Who are you?” Clara asked feeling lost. “It does not matter who I am but how do you want to die?” Beatrice asked with chuckles. “I can see the pack’s symbol in your neck and I can plainly say you belong to Zukie,” Clara said as she popped out her fangs and claws.
As Sam was approaching the entrance of the wolves hill, Helen knocked him down from behind as she quickly held him down with her foot, “Lewis told me what you did two days ago,” said Helen as she frowns at Sam. “Are you here to fight on his behalf or what?” Sam asked as he pushes away Helen’s feet.
Standing to his feet, he stared Helen deep in the eyes, “I will not let him have you,” Sam said. “You rejected me because of the lit
