The atmosphere in the packhouse was tense; everyone could feel it, they could breathe it in; the pheromones were too high. Today was the day they finally would send Ashton to the depth of hell to go rescue Daniel.
The werewolves anticipated yet dreaded it. Yes, if things go well, they'd have their alpha, Daniel back, but if things go downhill, they'd trigger another apocalypse. And this time, it wouldn't be the witches that would suffer the wrath of the demon but them instead.
The ceremony would have been carried out last night as quickly as possible but none could get a grasp of Sabrina until this morning.
So at the moment, all were waiting for the arrival of Sabrina while making sure everything else was prepared and in order - including Ashton.
"How are you feeling?" Lia asked him.
