DAISY'S POV 

Silver light as my grandmother's sword.

I was surprised and looked around. It was more serious than I ever thought, my mind spinning around. “Is Noah really going to fight for me even when he sees his pack is in danger?

"You see, Lazarus," my grandmother said, "I've been preparing Noah's pack for this day for years. I stared at Noah and my grandmother though I have only seen her photos but never met her for the first time.

“What does she mean? She has prepared This pack for a long time? “Does she know Noah?

 

Every weapon they carry has been blessed with moonwater. Every wolf has...