Chapter 92 Motivation

• I couldn’t count how many of them rained us silver bullets from the mezzanine floor of the facility. The sound of the ricocheting bullets was terrifying to the bones. What made it worse was my fear for Greta and Otis because Otis was already losing so much blood, and Greta was in the middle of panicking.
• What are we going to do!? Are we all going to die here!? I thought as tears rolled down my face, remembering Catherine’s smile and Caden’s soft laughter whenever I did something silly.
• Then, from somewhere outside the building, a loud cry of a werewolf echoed all over the place, and I realized it was Caden’s call for his pack to regroup. A new hope made me smile, but then I realized…