NARAH'S POV
At the end of the field, I saw Van and Gina approaching. They stopped close enough to watch what was going on, and behind them, stood the man I had been longing to see–Chris Stevens.
"Are you going to walk or just stand there like a statue?" Said the warrior who challenged me. His name was Axton. He giggled when I attempted to take a step but fell back into my wheelchair.
"What a joke. A lone wolf can never be a strong wolf," he said, shaking his head.
There was an odd expression in Kacy's eyes as she glared at me; it was a hint of disappointment. She walked away, and then turned, seeing that I was in pain and my feet were hurting. "Maybe I was wrong. You should take your time to heal," she said.
"Sorry, Narah," Hanadin whispered to me, but I brushed his hands
