CRASHING AVALANCHE.

Adora’s P.O.V.

“It’s almost time.” Cleontella warned and I got into position, my body was still weak from the injections but that didn’t mean I couldn’t put up a fight if needed, I am one of the strongest wolves after all, and that meant I healed a little bit faster than the normal were too.

“Clang!” the metal door sounded as whoever was outside opened it, I remained calmly sat at the farthest end of the room, trying to act as confused as I could possibly did, like I hadn’t just been banging on their door and calling out Derek’s name a few minutes ago.

The door creaked open and in entered a young red head female whose eyes drifted to look everywhere in the room except at me.

She looked young, way too young to be stuck up in all this bullshit, “How old are you?” my mouth moved on its own accord, curious as to what she was doing in here.

She looked taken aback from my question, as if that was the last thing, she had expected for me to ask.