Sloane: Five years ago. Age Twenty-two
Fear is something that is very common when you're in the middle of a battle. Except when it's not coming from you. It smells like someone left a pot of boiling water on the stove and forgot about it. I hate it when fear is involved. It makes my job so much worse.
"Slo, you're going to have to shift, Cupcake," Sofia announced into my earpiece. We were too far away from one another to use the pack's link.
"I don't wanna," I complained.
"b***h, I will slap you if you ever talk to me like you're five years old again," she laughed.
"Now is not the time to be playing, Sloane," Carter interfered. "And she's right. You have to shift. You can block out what you feel in wolf form. We need to get in there and you're the only one who can get us in," I si
