Dillon’s pov.
I let out a loud, ground shaking roar. It feels like part of me being torn away. Almost like part of my soul is ripped from its other half violently. I begin to shake in fury as I push my wolf deeper into the unknown forest.
I can almost feel her but it's too faint. I'm running out of time. I don't know where she is, but I keep running the direction in which my instinct tells me to go. Flashes of her beautiful face invade my mind. She's pale and bloodied up now. I can see her so clear it's like she's in front of me.
Her blood is strange, it pools by her feet and reflects a disturbing image. Me. With a slight difference… Orange eyes.
My eyes snap open as I release a horrifying growl. Jess jumps beside me with a squeal but the look on her face shows me she's ready to prot
