*storm's POV*

"You have to hurry. I could feel the presence of more wolves. We are going to have to fight our way out of here." Scott cautioned, looking directly into my eyes.

He clamped down hard against his natural protective instinct to snatch me up and get me away from danger. It was so hard to tell if that was genuine or not.

I knew I had to complete this task. And now, when it was apparent my mother had been tortured and murdered, it was more important than ever. Scott and Hermes guarded my back, moving with me across the floor of ice, eyes scanning the great chamber....