37~ Traitor in the pack

James “Zoe,” I said with a trembling voice while holding her shaking body in my arms. She suddenly had a panic attack after looking at something on her phone. It had been 5 minutes and she was still shaking. Each jerk of her body sending pangs to my chest. Why was she like this? I laid her on the bed and hugged her tightly, trailing soft kisses on her body and whispering sweet nothings into her ear to calm her down. It seemed to work as she had finally stopped shaking but was still unconscious with beads of sweat on her forehead. I covered her up with a duvet and picked up the phone she had dropped on the rug. She had shown me the pattern to unlock her phone with so I drew the pattern, unlocking it and immediately saw red when I read the message she had received. Rage and anger flashed through me and I clenched my fists tightly, drawing blood as my elongated nails dug into my skin. Who the hell is D and why would he threaten Zoe like this? Somehow, I thought of something but I couldn’t