THE ECLIPSE PACK

~~MARCUS MORTAIN~~

Through the rusted iron bars of the cell, I finally saw her. Arielle.

“There has to be a way,” she said.

I frowned, “A way to what?”

She held my gaze with an unsettling intensity through the bars.

“To stop the Harvest.”

I took a hard step closer to the iron bars, closing the distance until I could see the exact shade of her eyes.

“You disappear for twenty-one years,” I snapped, the anger I'd been fighting back finally bleeding into my voice, “and the absolute first thing you say to me is that we need to stop some harvest most of the pack believes...