Book Five, Chapter 91: Moonlit Charge
I felt like my heart was connected by live wires.
The finale was moving forward so fast. As the day went by and the sun started to set, it was our last day. We had to survive, and I didn't even know if surviving through the night was enough or if we had to defeat all of the werewolves. Either way, if we didn't find a way to beat the pack leader, we would fail our rescue, and everyone who had died or been turned into a werewolf would stay that way.
I had to fight back tears. I wasn't the precious, beautiful starlet—I had to be a fighter. That's who my character was in her own way. But she never fought with guns; she fought with something else, something more tender, and she had lost.
In this dire moment, why was it I could only think of this woman I had never met? I could feel her tears running down my cheeks, her breath in my lungs, her solemn warning to run, to flee…
But not from the wolf. The She-Wolf gave her mind no unease at all.
I tried to lock those feelings away because they weren't useful to me, but I couldn't do that. Riley would have been able to. Antoine would have, too. Antoine could hide anything. But I couldn't, so I had to make them useful. I had to be the one to protect that scared young woman who was so mysteriously connected to me.
And I would have to do it soon.
Riley, as he often was, was right about what would happen next.
The fort was a large complex of old crumbling stone walls, but it was still just a large square with stone walls on all sides. There were lookout towers hastily bolted onto the walkways upon the walls so that we could get a good view of our surroundings as the night wore on.