FIFTEEN

LAUREL’s POV

Ares stares at me as incredulously as if I have somehow grown another head on my shoulder.

“Are you out of your mind?” he yells, his spit landing on my face. “We just escaped from the fog and now you want to go back there? Are you crazy!”

I wipe away his spit with the back of my hand and ask back in defiance, “What about Helios then?”

Ares groans in frustration and pulls me back up into a sitting position, all the while muttering to himself, “The Alpha will be fine. It’s you who’s not. Go back to the fog you say? It’s suicide. Jamie didn’t just steal your identity, she probably took a chunk of your brain too.”

Ares is right, Helios will be fine. But I am not.

Somehow, the fog had affected me, as if it had another kind of power. A power that somehow increased my physical pain tenfold. A power that does not come from anything natural. Someone or something created it.

And I need to find out why.

“Look at the fog, Ares.” I point towards the swirling fog that still dominates t