Lucian
The chain bit at my wrist like acid as we trudged further into the dense forest. The rogue wolves held out their sharp blades to ensure that nobody fell out of line.
I glanced at Maddox who walked ahead of me, his face had been masked in restrained anger. He had barely said a word ever since we had left the sacred pack. Curse those wolves.
However, Maddox’s anger wasn’t even directed at the rogues. It was directed at me, I knew it even if his eyes were staring at me.
I had made the deadly mistake of trusting a stranger, a gullible move that wouldn’t have been attempted by even a pup. I kept drowning in my own thoughts or failure.
The death of Maddox warriors and mine weighed on me just as much as it weighed on him. But I knew that this wasn’t the time for guilt or apology.
