The Challenge

Nessa fell to her knees beside her brother, tears streaming from her eyes. “Thomas! Thomas!” she called, holding onto his arm and shaking him. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me!”

A sombre mood engulfed the warriors who had accompanied Thomas and they watched helplessly as his sister cried over his body. It was such a sudden death, and none of them could have imagined that it would be the end for him.

They had left Blackstorm determined to aid their former fellow pack members and fix the strained relationship between the two packs. Nobody could have foreseen such a tragedy.

Eleanor wrapped an arm around Nessa’s shoulders and pulled her into a hug. The girl turned to her and accepted her embrace, crying into her shoulder.

Eleanor wished she had been able to notice Mia earlier and stop her from hurting anyone. Nessa’s pain awakened the despair from losing Liam.

She wished that the thought of bringing Mia to justice could do anything to erase the pain she had caused. It would not bring back