Chapter 237

Delilah

The mist was alive. It’s rolled around me like a snake would swirl around its victim.

It moved like breath, like whispers clawing at the edges of my mind. But I didn’t let it in. I couldn’t. It’s called I heard it, though I did not dare speak. I did not dare tell anyone that I heard it speaking to me. They were now going to believe me. They might even believe that our siding against them.

Not when my claws were stained, not when wolves screamed around me, not when the ground reeked of blood and fear. Not when I knew that they needed someone to hold them down, to remind them to stand strong. And though Damon was doing his best, I knew that he couldn’t do it alone.

I stood in the front line, not because someone asked me to, because I chose this. Because I wanted to stand in the front line. This was my war, too. My body ached, my shoulder throbbed from a blow I barely dodged, but I wasn’t stopping. Not until we ended her. Not until they were all g