“f*****g hell, woman.” Rick whirled at her voice. “Wear a bell.” He clutched his chest as he settled his breathing. Toya covered her snicker by clearing her throat.
My grandma smirked before she turned back to me. “Run.” She pointed to the crack. “Now.” She turned back to the wall, and as she stepped through the rock, the crack grew into an archway. “You are running out of time.” Her voice called back to us, and I turned and sprinted down the steps.
“Amy.” Rowan called after me, and one by one I heard my mate, and my friends follow.
“Hurry.” I called back. The urgency was back, weaker this time. I knew with certainty that when the urgency went away this time, it would be because my father was dead.
“Where the hell is this going?” Rick called to me. If it were any other time, I would
