"Trust me, darling, you'll be fine." Declan's voice reached me through the mind link. "The council is coming; we'll have an army fighting on our side."
It had been an hour since everything went to hell. Declan and my father were locked up in the compound. My mother was still in front of me, having passed out from the pain. I'd watched her wounds heal as expected, but her fingers retained the injuries—perhaps they were too deep. I should be feeling unsettled about her. The sight of blood on her should give me jitters. Yet it didn't. I'm sad and angry about her pain, holding on for dear life. But, for f**k's sake, I can't feel any remorse. I'm not worrying about my mate or my father. My brother's condition is still unknown. I'm scared. Scared that this means my grandmother is taking over. T
