Despite the sun rising high enough to warm my bones there’s a coldness seeping through me as I struggle to take control, and I barely manage to crawl into the fallen log Carmen guides me to. I feel like a coward having to hide but I have no choice. The witch was right and like this I’m weak, no match for a wolf, especially not Colton.

I either have to accept fate and lose the lives within to save my pack, live on to keep fighting for them, or succumb to the fact that I can’t do this, and I need to retreat and hide to save my children. My...