Amber’s POV
I lowered myself onto a narrow shelf of concrete on the side of the building, from with the flagpoles were sticking horizontally straight out of.
Alice was holding onto that flagpole for dear life, her thin arms and legs wrapped tightly around it.
I wasn’t sure how much longer it could hold her though, the metal was hollow and already bent in a few places. I had to reach her and fast.
Stretching out as far as I could without losing my own grip on the side of the building, I tried to reach out for her.
“You have to take my hand, honey,” I said, trying to stay calm, even as my heart was racing and the panic was gripping me tightly by the throat.
Alice looked at me with tears in her eyes but made no motion to reach for my hand.
“I wish I still had my wolf,” she said mise
