“Right,” Elijah clears his throat while masking his concerned reservation; trying to maintain his calm composure as an unbound worry weighs heavily throughout his voice, “-the pack is all ready and waiting to leave on my word. We’re just standing by while Marie mixes the last ingredients for the portals…” he confirms, “She can’t pinpoint where we’re going to land exactly, but she’s told us we’ll be there soon. So, stay put and promise me you won’t go after Sam until I get there, okay?”
“Okay,” I let out a sigh of relief; noticing the tainted reluctance embedded beneath, “-but please hurry. If we lose him, we lose the dagger. I can’t let Sam get away, Elijah. I just can’t. Not when Ash’s life depends on it…”
“I know, and he won’t. We’ll get him and make this right, I swear,” Elijah firmly
