Callie's POV ...
I felt his fangs touch my skin and I cowered away from him but his grip on my neck kept me in place. He applied a little more pressure and his fangs pierced through my skin.
Time stood still all around me.
My eyes cut to Kameron, who was laying on the ground, eyes closed and barely breathing. Striker stood towering over him with his paw on his neck.
I looked all around the battlefield and I saw wolves that had risked their lives to fight for me, going at it with wolves who I had grown up with and known.
My eyes cut back to Kameron. He lifted his head slightly. His green eyes watched me helplessly. I could see the pain and anguish in his eyes.
No. This couldn't be our end. This couldn't be how the narrative ended for this pack.
Damien dug his fangs in deeper and the pain traveled all over my body.
"No," I gasped, "this isn't how it ends."
I looked up to the sky, searching for an answer.
