Reylin’s Point of View
We step outside of the pack house, our shoes crunching on the dry red dust that swirls in the air, filling our nostrils with its earthy scent. A fine layer of the crimson powdery substance on the ground clearly outlines the hurried footsteps of running wolves. As we gather outside, Sam joins us, standing close by, his presence bringing a comforting warmth that we can feel in the surrounding air.
“Did you feel the shake? Like an earthquake,” he says.
I rub my head. “We are too high in the mountains for that level of seismic activity. The ground broke open.”
George joins us, ready as ever to take on his role as Gamma. “The prophecy foretold a crack in the ground for the dark lord’s arrival.”
Nella stands next to us, her hand firmly in mine. Every part of my soul w
