Madeline’s POV

“My help?” I asked and even pointed at myself. “How could I help you and Uriel? I mean, what I know is that you are getting weaker day by day. That was what Victor informed me a while ago in the conference room.” I gazed at Uriel. “He told Victor that he plans to transform in the night to see your condition because, in his dreams, you are paralyzed and hurt.”

The white wolf nodded. It had brown eyes, like Uriel’s. It has a blue aura surrounding the head. He was ...