My heart was in my throat as I followed behind my mother, my entire body almost vibrating intensely in fear and excitement. Yet, I did my best to keep my face as placid as possible, to resemble the blank walls of the tower. The bond was strong, but I didn't want to let my mother know how much of an effect it had on me.
I didn't — couldn't — trust her with such knowledge. Every time my eyes darted to her, I caught sight of her new fur coat and another bout of nausea threatened to overwhelm me.
Once I saw Damon and Blaise, I needed to get them out of here as soon as possible. How I wished that instead of wolves, they could turn into ordinary pigeons to fly out of this sordid city. Instead, they were walking straight into the lion's den for my sake.
