Twelve.

Elsa

Everything inside of me is tying itself up in knots. Kyra had found me. Just like in my dream.

She presses the gun hard against my temple. I could feel the burn against my skin until she pulls it away and points it at him.

Nate shouldn’t be here. In all my nightmares, he never makes it out without dying. I felt sick as I stared at him.

The gun hits my temple again. I growl as it connects with my skin. Kyra doesn’t seem to notice and is busy making demands to Nate.

How could he be so powerful and yet so weak in front of a human?

Kyra’s lips are close to my ear. “What do you think? Kill him first so you can watch your little boyfriend die?”

I keep my mouth shut as the headache kicks in. It seems that becoming a wolf doesn’t take away the headaches.

Nate's eyes are still locked on mine. My heart was thudding in my chest. I knew he could feel it. It’s why he hadn’t removed his stare.

“Let her go, Kyra.” His voice is low. I see how his nostrils twitch.

“Now why would I do that?” Her