Chapter 213

• This time I don’t argue. I know this is bad, and I’m losing the use of my limbs and even the sensation of my fingers and toes. I hear a soft, high-pitched tone rattling inside my brain, and the bleeding hasn’t eased up. My head’s aching, my sight’s completely out of whack, and I know something is really wrong with my mind. My wolf is writhing and whining to let her come out to help me, and I have to grip on with every ounce of willpower to stop the self-preservation kicking in to make me turn. It’s a battle in itself, draining me as fast as this new injury is doing.
• Despite the sun rising high enough to warm my bones, a coldness seeps through me as I struggle to take control, and I barely manage to crawl into the fallen log Carmen guides me to. I feel like a coward having to hide, but I have no choice. The witch was right, and like this, I’m weak, no match for a wolf, especially not Colton.
• I either have to accept fate and lose the lives within to save my pack, live on to keep fighting for them, or succumb to the fact that I can’t do this, and I need to retreat and hide to save my children. My pack or my babies…. that’s what this comes down to, and I can’t choose to let go of my own blood.