It seemed I had a couple of days before Vincent planned to attack. That was the message conveyed during Cooper's last phone call. However, Cooper wasn’t providing me with much information, and things were becoming increasingly difficult around the cabin.
He didn’t always leave when I was eating, so I had to make sure he saw me eating. I also needed to eat just enough to induce vomiting, otherwise, he would suspect something was wrong.
I found myself in a very dangerous situation. I had memorized the route to the pack, but if I tried to run, he would catch up to me in no time. I couldn’t shift into my wolf, and I knew I was too weak to run very fast.
I had gotten used to not having my wolf. But I had some fae powers that I knew could help me get out of these sorts of situations.
But Co
