Through the tiny 6-inch wide window, Charity and Chloe had their faces pressed to the glass trying to make out the wolves below, to see if their pack was ok. As the bodies of the dead and wounded mounted on the battlefield, Charity whimpered as she pulled at her hair. No longer able to make out Aaron's jet black wolf as no wolf seemed to be untouched by blood.
Next to her, Chloe was breathing rapidly, searching the enemy wolves with her eyes, in desperation. Knowing she was searching for James, Charity put her arm around her, 'We will find him Chloe' she whispered, 'he'll be ok, they both will, they have to be, or we would feel it wouldn't we?' she added more to herself than he friend.
Chloe nodded silently, her eyes never leaving the turmoil unfolding below them. Wringing her hands
