Lila’s steps were light but weary as she followed the two wolves through the dense trees toward the cave. The forest around them felt strangely silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot. After about 3 hours of travel of travel, fatigue was beginning to settle in, but her concern for Dominic weighed heavier than her exhaustion. The path had been long, and they had made it alot longer being very cautious on their way there.
She saw him before he saw her—a figure hunched against the stone wall of the cave, his pale features nearly lost in the twilight. He looked stronger than he had the day before, but there was no mistaking the strain in his posture. The wound along his side was older now, its edges puckered and scarred from the stitches Lila had hastily sewn after he ripp
