Chapter 142

He began to pace again, countenance set in a rigid expression. I knew he was more than likely having mental conversations with Eli and Jack, and judging by Gabriel's posture they weren't coming up with any novel ideas on how to get rid of Cain. I felt like we were sitting ducks, just waiting for Cain to strike again and add another werewolf death to the growing number. I stared back into the fire, not able to come up with any answers, either. Raziel was our greatest (living) source of information and he must've been having trouble interpreting the ancient book. We knew next to nothing about the Ritual or the elements that comprised it…or even when it was supposed to take place. Now we had practically no protection against Cain. I could see why my Mate looked so distressed. Wolves would continue dying if he didn't do something. Gabriel sank into the chair next to me, breaking me out of my depressing thoughts. The expression on his face pained me; he looked more