Chapter 162

• "Please, you have to h-help my b-best friend, Alpha King. You have to help Ismena, you have to help, you have to help..." She shook her head miserably, "Oh God, you have to help her..."
• The urge came to him so strong like a tidal wave. He fisted his hands, gritted his teeth, and dug into his heels in an effort not to rush out of this hallway, out of the Tower, to the cougar clan.
• Because then, all his effort these past few days will be in vain.