At midnight, the Grimroot pack lay in peaceful slumber, but not its leaders. The shaman's cave was brightly lit, the flickering flames of dozens of candles casting dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls.
Everyone had gathered, their faces etched with solemn anticipation. Only Vladimir had delayed.
Voren went to his father's floor, knowing the old Alpha would need help with Olivia. Indeed, when he arrived, Vladimir was carrying Oriana in his arms, her lifeless form cradled against his chest like something precious.
The problem was Olivia, who followed behind them like a shadow, her expression a mixture of fear and desperate hope.
Voren quickly pulled the woman by the arm and followed his father into the elevator. The doors slid shut, enclosing them in silence.
