Chapter 97 97 #They Don't Care

• Please…. Please… Please….. “Help anyone!” I shouted, staring at pack members who stooped around me, looking indifferent to my distress. The panic rising in my chest threatened to overwhelm me as I realized I was truly alone in this dangerous situation.
• No one cared about Andrew as I struggled to catch my breath and find a way out of this predicament. “Andrew…breath… I will help you, please,” I pleaded, my voice cracking with fear. The silence that followed was deafening, echoing my desperate cries for assistance.
• His skin beneath my touch is starting to feel cold, and his skin is blue and clammy.