EVERYONE COULD HEAR A PIN DROP. Gabriel placed his hands on the table, arms taut with anger and frustration.
"So, what do we do?" Alison whispered, staring oddly into the distance. Some part of her screamed for her to get it together. She was still struggling with the concept of life and death. Alison was a flickering candle flame that Killian could blow out at any second. Hell, they could be performing the Ritual now! And the thought of Grayson dying, too, was unbearable for both her and her wolf.
"We have to stop him before the Ritual starts," Gabriel answered, beginning to pace like he usually did when he was in deep contemplation. Alison clasped her hands and stared down at her intertwined fingers, trying not to panic. She had to be strong.
