LISA
I hate feeling helpless.
Ava's out there being chased down by a freaking monster and I'm stuck in a building, surrounded by wolf shifters with a bad attitude.
Not toward me—but in general. The kind of badassery that makes me feel as safe as I guess I can feel, despite knowing that no one can apparently damage the strange wolf.
Guilt and frustration war inside of me. I was starting to get a little comfortable with the idea that I can defend myself, damn it. It was feeling good. Today's been not only a huge blow to that bit of ego, but it's ramped up all kinds of not-great feelings.
Like, I know a lot of lives were lost today. Even one is too many.
And I know my bodyguards were expecting to be part of that number.
Hell, I did, too.
And now I can't even help Ava. If I could just send my damn guards to her, I would.
