The Capture

JAMES POV

It was Monday night, the first night of the two nights of patrols that we had planned. I was standing next to Callie, the girl that I had seen ripped apart by two wolves in my vision. It was so dark I could barely see her, but I knew she was there.

I also knew that Bryon was on my other side, ready and waiting. Toby was further in. That was all the reinforcements we had. We didn’t know who to trust and I hoped that we were enough.

Callie moved to the left, starting to patrol her small area of boundary that had been assigned to her. I fell back and to her right, keeping her in sight but staying out of sight myself. Staying out of sight wasn’t the problem. Keeping her in sight was. It was a really dark night. I followed a little closer than I should have but I wasn’t going to let her out of my sight. In my vision I had to give her body to her parents, and I had felt like my heart was ripped out when her mother howled her anguish. I was not going to let that happen