Blake's POV
"What?"
"Noah's dead Blake," Tyler says forcefully, putting his hands on my shoulders.
"No, he's not." I deny as my brain struggles to comprehend what he is saying.
"We have to go," Tyler says looking past me off into the distance. He grabs my upper arm and starts pulling me into the trees nearby.
"Tyler let go. I want to see Noah." I demand.
Tyler turns to me looking annoyed. "We don't have time for that. It's not safe. There isn't much left of him anyway." he grits out.
"Wha-" I squeak as tears begin to fall.
"Get on," Tyler says. Before my brain can comprehend what's going on he shifts into a giant brown wolf. What? He crouches down some and I hesitantly get on his back. Noah let me ride on him once when he and Dex wanted to g
