Kora’s POV
The mist didn’t let up as we left the battlefield behind. It clung to us like damp skin, swallowing every sound we made. My boots squelched in the wet soil, my palms still stained with blood I didn’t know if it was mine or the rogues’.
I held the herbs tightly, not daring to let them go. My mind kept circling back to that scarred wolf, to the way it froze when the scent hit the air. To the voice that came with it.
Run, little wolf.
Even now, the echo curled inside me like smoke.
“Keep moving,” Edward ordered, his tone sharper than usual. He hadn’t let go of my hand since the attack, his grip firm, protective. Maybe it was more for him than me, but I didn’t care. I needed it.
Behind us, the pack trudged in heavy silence. Some limped, some dripped blood, but no one complaine
