Chapter 9 - The Underground tunnel

Cassandra’s point of view:

The stench of blood evaded my senses. My stomach twisted at the metallic smell that completely engulfed me.

I was rooted on the spot.

Time seemed to have slowed down.

The acid and metallic smell of it made me gag but there was no time to ponder over that feeling when the enemy pack was evading the pack.

Yet, I was unable to move. I couldn’t hear and see what was going on around me. Every howl, growl, slashing sound and brawl faded into nothingness.

My eyes were stuck on the stranger lying cold dead on the ground. I watched as his skin grew tight and ashen in color.

“What are you doing? Let’s go,” Alpha Dalton’s voice pulled me out of my trance.

“W-What?” I looked up at him, dumbfounded.

“What, what?” He held my hand and pulled me along as he began running to the back of the pack house.

“Where are we going?” I asked him as I ran along.

“Not we, you are,” His response made me frown in confusion.

“What do you mean?” I forced him to stop in his tracks