Serafine's POV
"We can't take his word for it," I said, pacing back and forth in the packhouse.
My nerves are shot, my mind racing from the rogue's offer: betrayal or sacrifice.
It all seems like a trap, and yet, this sickness keeps spreading. Time has run out for us. We have no answers, and the pack grows weaker with every passing day.
The others huddle around the table, this weight hanging over us, like a cloud in thickness.
Damien, Daniel, and David said not a word; each of them lost to his own thoughts, faces worn by lack of sleep.
There's just so much tension in the room that no one seems to know what to do next.
"We must consider it," Daniel says finally, breaking the silence. "We have little other choice.
This curse will eventually spread too far, to the point that by th
