Chapter 30 - Out Of Control

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*

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"Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Four... Th---"

"Blairie! Stop pacing back and forth! The floor might deteriorate! Sit the hell down, will you? I'm getting dizzy! You wouldn't want me puking here."

I looked at my cousin for a moment and saw she seemed nervous, too, and I went to continue what I was doing. "Three... Two... One---"

"Repeat one more time, and I will freeze the blood in your feet in one place," Sander warned me, looking so sick of my manner, and I just showed her the fireball I released on my left hand.

"Go on. I could just melt it anyway." I replied while trying to challenge her, and she let out a scoff.

We kept on waiting until the sun would finally set and the blood moon to shine while watching my mate in the cage through a screen. We are all waiting for history to happen—the rise of the Ninth Rightful Ruler of the Werewolves.