The brown-haired teenager grabbed Wolfy's arm and cried out.

“Blake! You're alive! Blake!” Tears and snot started sliding down his face and his yell of pain tore at my heart.

“Let go!” Mate shoved him away and snarled, ready to attack.

I jumped in front of him and put my hands on his shoulders, pushing his body back. I glanced at the boy.

“Go to the town hall! I'll find you there!”

His crashed expression slid off Wolfy and the boy nodded at me. When I noticed he was still in his spot and wiping the snot off his face, I glared at him.

“Faster!” I snapped and he bolted....