Delilah.
His strong hands are the only things that concern me. It isn’t the wolves who are ravaging behind us or the way they have got us centered. It’s the hands holding mine and how he is making sure that our hands never depart from one other. We have been at each other’s back for the past month and I cannot believe it took a hundred red wolves to keep us together.
I look up and it’s a tower that is so high, I can hardly see where it stops. I’m not sure where we are going to hide but Thorn pulls me towards the deserted tower which is situated at the center of a large landscape of grass. Under a flower pot, he takes an old key which is buried in sand and he unlocks the iron door.
I enter and he locks it back. The tower is exceptionally dark and I cannot see anything. Inside the tower,
