Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight
Slowly, Sam walked towards where he knew the others were. He could feel them, the wolf shifters, Drake, Eli, and that half-breed Owen. He could sense Abby too but she seemed so weak.
He hurried, shooting up a quick prayer to a god that no longer shined upon him that she would be okay.
Sam found them and he felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of his love. She was laid out on the floor unmoving with both Drake and Eli beside her. Owen stood at her feet, looking down at her with a worried expression.
“I don’t get it. She’s not waking up.” Eli said, his voice soft. “I’m scared to move her. What if he did something to her?”
Sam glanced over at the dead body. He took in the torn out throat and the pale, ashen skin. His death had been far fas
