His glowing eyes stun me, reminding me of the red-eyed man whose breath had smelt like stale bread.
However, before I can react, I hear the footsteps rushing by me and I flinch.
But they just run past us, not even seeing us and I let out a sigh of relief.
“They didn’t see us,” I mutter.
“They wouldn’t,” The stranger tells me, almost gently.
I don’t say anything, leaning my head back against the tree, exhausted.
I can feel his eyes studying me, “You don’t look too well.”
“I’m not,” I try to feel my wolf but I still can’t. “They gave me something. It’s not-“
“Maybe you should eat something,” He looks at me, his eyes gleaming. His hands dive into his pockets and he brings out a crumpled piece of paper. When he opens it, there are a few blue berries in it. They’re smashed and the pap
