I walked with paws that were tied to steel weights as I drug myself forward. The others didn't check on me. One bond was in agony that spilled over to myself, and the other was a cold hard rage unlike any I had experienced before. A hurt that I couldn't classify.
My mind raced as I continued forward. I didn't know how I could make any of this okay for them. But there had to be something I could do and would do.
I should have known that a demon would double-cross me.
My wolf would be judging me if I could talk to her. Times like this I wished I had a stronger connection like the other wolves around me had. I wanted to talk to someone and spill everything out, to verbally purse myself.
But no, I had no right to do that and the others had already moved far ahead. Their scent trail grew
