Chapter 9

Cara's POV

It was a dream. I could feel it.

I was in the woods, right where I had seen the strange figure, but this time I was all alone.

"Rollins!" I called into the darkness, but there was no response. "Rollins!!" I called louder, and still nothing.

Then I heard the movement; someone or something was coming. The figure came into view—the pale white skin, too white to belong to a human—and those red eyes were way too real.

"We would take him away from you, Luna, and it would all be your fault."

"You can't harm him," I say, trying to sound bold. At this point, I didn't feel as brave anymore.

"Oh, we can, and we would."

"What are you?" I asked, staring into the darkness. The figure was surreal.

It ignored my question. "We would have let him be; if it weren't for you, it is all your fault for coming back to life; you were supposed to be dead; now the pack would no longer have an Alpha."

The figure transformed