Enemy Mine
n hour later there was, in fact, a plethora of thanking going on.
This gratitude fest was not between SJ and me though, but between the Therewolves and our whole gang.
We were at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The dark memories and ominous wildlife of its depths were behind us; the much less intimidating, downhill forest that led to town was ahead.
The Therewolves had spent the morning giving us humans rides out of the Forbidden Forest so that we wouldn’t have to face its perils a second time around. Even with half our furry comrades staying behind to guard the campsite, every one of the former prisoners had been escorted out by noon.
My friends, Daniel, and I were the last group to be escorted to freedom. By the time we made it to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the o
