Genevieve:
I could tell my father was thinking this was his end, but I didn’t believe it. I had made up my mind to help him no matter what.
Once I reached Ron’s pack, I would ask him to take care of my people while I snuck back into my pack and got the henbane for my father. That was all I needed to cure him. And then my blood—I would happily mix my blood to make medicine for my father.
But I was afraid… What if I was too late? My father was weak.
“Can I please use your phone?” I asked the girl who had given us her phone before. She quickly handed it to me, and I stepped away from them.
Morning was upon us, and somehow, the howls of the Black Wolves had disappeared. It seemed like they never existed. But maybe we had left them far behind.
I called Ron many times, but his phone was sw
