A Bad Feeling

[Elise’s POV]

The world around me blurs and the wind whips at my face as I run faster than I’ve ever run before. Up ahead, Jose and Charlie are leading the way to either our victory or our demise.

This was it; it was doomsday, and if we didn’t take down the enemy now, then there was a good chance they would get away, and we wouldn’t be able to find them again before it was too late.

Beside me, Marty keeps pace, while Warren takes up the rear. Together, we stay in formation despite not being able to communicate while in our wolf forms.

How long has it been since I’ve run with a group like this? Years. It has been years. The last time I felt like I was truly part of something greater was when I was still with the mercenaries. That was a very long time ago, and I had almost forgotten what being part of a pack was.

‘Not the time.’ Anna huffs, popping into my bubble of peace. ‘You should be focusing on the world around you.’

‘What?’ I ask sarcastically. ‘Worried we are going to be cut by s