The bells chime through the courtyard, Logan’s split in his nose already gone. Teptonian’s filtered through various corridors, doors opening and shutting. Most are heading in the same direction. It was dinner time. Except Logan was leading Clara away from the feeding hall. A chill in the air whips Clara’s hair around. Gritting her teeth to stop the chattering. Despite the sun being cloaked in clouds, when it set, the drop in heat was unbearable. “Where are we going?” Clara picks up her strides to keep up with Logan. He slows his pace, reluctantly.
Eyes flicker to the alpha and then Clara, she spots the look of sympathy from one of the pack members. Her concerns growing. “We’re going to the shifting field. River wants out and so does Finnik. Lets see how they fare.” River’s ears pin forwar
