{Casper’ Pov}
The wind wailed past my ears, cold air slicing through the trees as Ophelia and I tore through the forest in our wolf forms. Her brown fur glowed under the moonlight, always two strides behind, but she was fast and silent. We barely made a sound, paws slamming over the earth, dodging roots and berry bushes without slowing for a beat.
We needed to move faster, nightfall was already upon us. We had to stop them before they got to the pack. Before they interrupted the Hunt Ceremony and made more problems for us.
“Do you think they’ll be fine?” I asked Ophelia.
“They will be alright. I’ve seen them survive even worse ordeals, they don’t need you to be worried about them… Well, she would be worrying about you too. So, keep your head on the task at hand.”
The rogues were very
