It was hard to believe that Amara owned all these things. The bag she'd opened in the backseat was full of knives, daggers, swords, guns, and even a rifle. I stared uncomfortably as she told Red everything she had in there. She'd made us go all the way to Manhattan and to the apartment she shared with another witch to get this, but now that I could see all the weapons, I was a hundred percent sure that I couldn't use any of them. I couldn't shoot a gun. I couldn't throw a knife. I didn't know how to hold a sword, and how could people even hold the weight of an automatic rifle? It looked really heavy.
The closer we got to Queens the more anxious I became. Red was right;
I'd known that all along. I wasn't prepared for this. All I had to count on was my wolf, and though she was awake and alert, watching everything through my eyes, I had no idea if she'd come out to fight for me. For us because this was her body, too.
