Thea's POV

After I had that awful nightmare about Christopher, I couldn't stop crying. The dream made me realize how important Christopher is to me and how devastated I would be if he died. As a split-second decision, I climb out of bed- still wearing pajamas- and grab my mom's car keys. She doesn't have work tomorrow anyway, and I need to go see Christopher. I don't even care that I have to go to the pack house to see him. I just have to see him- and now before I die from this awful pain in my heart.

I click on the address David sent me the other day...