David's POV
"One thing is for sure, time is running out."
The only thing I hear in my mind is Abigail's words, as the pack gets increasingly under the grip of the sickness, rattling inside my skull.
The warriors, the kids, the elders, everybody gets weaker by the hour.
It's faster this time, until our pack will be nothing but a memory. Now, it spreads in a fast wildfire. We don't have much time left.
Serafine talked of a place deep in the forest where she had found it before, but we had dismissed her.
Already the pack is too weak, and to head into the forest, considering the fact that Lucian's men are lurking, is suicide.
"We'll find another way," he had said, and I knew his voice because of the resolve therein. "We can't afford to lose anyone else."
I nodded along with the other
