The wolves broke off first.
One second they were closing in, jaws snapping, eyes catching the moonlight like coins at the bottom of a well. The next, they scattered into the trees without a sound, like something had called them back on a leash Amara couldn’t see.
She didn’t have time to ask why. Damian grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, Elena a half step behind them, blood on her knuckles and no interest in explaining any of it either.
“That’s it?” Amara gasped, stumbling over a root. “They just left?”
“They weren’t hunting,” Damian said. “They were herding.”
The word settled cold in her stomach.
They didn’t stop moving until the trees thinned into a narrow deer path, and even then Damian kept one hand loose at his side, ready. Elena caught up on Amara’s other flank, breathing
