"Quick! Get all the cars over here! Ambulances will take too long—we can't afford to wait!"
I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking from sheer panic. My hands were covered in dark vomit, the sharp, nauseating stench hitting me like a hammer, but I didn't have time to think about that. Cradling the convulsing boy in my arms, I rushed him into the back seat of the nearest SUV.
The scene was total chaos. The kids' screams were piercing, like shards of broken glass tearing through my eardrums. My chest felt like it was about to explode, each heartbeat ripping me apart inside. But I couldn't fall apart. I was in charge here—I was Bloodmoon Pack's acting Luna.
Suddenly, the harsh screech of brakes rang out near the edge of the lawn. The familiar black SUV came to a jarrin
