Sixty-one.

Stella POV.

Black wolf, silver eyes, ones that shine in the dark, filled with anger, hate, and the urge for revenge, those eyes were coming toward us from the woods, everyone had run off while we were busy just fighting over who was going to come and what’s gonna happen. My heart stopped, I felt a lot of feeling going through my body, I felt souls, not just one, not two, but three souls all inside of me, dark, hurtful, and then he attacked.

“Theo, don’t…” I yelled back at him, but it was too late, he jumped and attacked my other two wolves, I don't know who he hates more, me or the two wolves, the hate is so sensible, I could tell he hates us, I could tell he would love to kill all of us, he wants us all gone.

Theo is a strong wolf, but after he runs off, he becomes a wolf that belongs to no pack, he becomes a wolf with no loyalties, with no one to hold him back, he has no loyalties, no love or even respect for anyone in here.

The other two wolves whom he's trying to attack, are the