Axton
Walking back to our cabin, I mull over what I heard today. Quinton Larkins died a working wolf. I had wondered if maybe he was the traitor who placed the explosives or let the invading rogues in. Now it sounds like another pack and not rogues. I swear every time I find one answer, I get three more questions. Corbin and I plan to leave after grabbing dinner. The sooner I find out what the hell going home means to us, the sooner this may end. I have about three days before I die again since we kept Tylen from seeing Bellamy. She sent me a text earlier letting me know how she's doing. Phoenix is feeling stronger and my brain has been physically sore. Like a headache doing its best to fester. I wonder if that's the herbs finally leaving and my memories storming the gate I picture in my
