Chapter Forty-Five

Savage

“Savage!” I hear Dr. Whitaker, the same scientist who disappeared months ago and the same one that appeared at my birthday party right before my pack, was killed.

My eyes snap open at the sound of Dr. Whitaker's urgent voice, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and confusion. I sit up in bed, my mind still foggy from sleep, as I try to make sense of his sudden appearance.

“What are you doing here?” I demand, my voice laced with suspicion. “How did you find me?”

Dr. Whitaker's expression is grave as he hesitates for a moment before speaking. “There isn't much time,” he began, his words rushed and urgent. “You're in grave danger, Savage. The Prophecy of Three is coming to fruition, and the consequences could be catastrophic if you don't act swiftly.”

“Are you a ghost, and why do you appear right before something happens around me?” I demand while trembling.

Dr. Whitaker's features soften at my question, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes. “I am no ghost, Savage,” h