We all walked out and the packs went to different cars. I was with Monroe and his pack. I forgot their name. Eh, who cares?

I leaned my head against the back of the seat and closed my eyes. Praying that Monroe would be alright.

“Elsa? Where am I?” I heard Monroe ask in my head. My eyes shot open and I sat up immediately.

“Elsa?!” Ben asked, alarmed.

I ignored him, “Monroe? Are you okay?”

“Where am I?” I heard him groan painfully.

“The seers took you.”

“Ah, hell.” He sighed.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” I asked him the important question that had been on my...