Peniel
I couldn't move when she said that. It felt like the end of the world—like everything was falling apart.
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
"I can help you," she gasped, grabbing my hand. "You’ll need me, and when that time comes, you can trust me above anyone else," she whispered, her eyes scanning me.
I didn’t trust her. I didn’t even know what she was talking about. My wolf was urging me to back off, to get as far away from her as possible, but I couldn’t move—I was frozen, just watching her.
"Please—"
"You know what to do," she cut me off, turning her back and walking away.
I stood there, watching her leave, unable to call her name. I didn’t want to risk it, didn’t want to put myself in more danger. But I couldn’t stop wondering—why would she say she'd help me?
