Chapter 93

A Visit.

Zoey De Santus.

I felt my airways constricting as I struggled to breathe. The pain that seared through my chest was unbearable. Sweat beaded my forehead, and my eyes stung from the smoke of the fire that had engulfed the house. And my daughter… she was running rampant in the pack.

“Zoey? Zoey?” A cool voice was calling to me, and it felt really far away, like a continuous echo of my name.

It wasn't until I felt the cold hands on mine and a surge of energy in me that I was able to take in deep breaths. “Brace yourself, Zoe. This is going to...