FRANKIE POV
My trio and I have been following blood trails all over the pack forest floor.
I knew what it meant.
Oliver had been hunting and no one knew because he was hunting the warriors of his own pack. Anyone who happened to stumble upon him became his prey.
This was becoming a mess.
I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
The trio were uneasy with the energy shift within the forest. It was growing darker by the day, and they could sense something was coming.
Dark Sister instructed me not to engage with Oliver, that I was no match for the beast within him.
So I was stuck in a holding pattern. Waiting and watching while he picked off my fellow pack members one by one.
I felt useless.
What was the point of bringing me back if I couldn’t do anything to help? Shouldn't I be this ultra ba
