The chains rattled as I struggled.
It was useless. There was no need to struggle.
Every time I dug my heels into the ground, every time I twisted against the restraints, the result was the same.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
The battlefield was disappearing behind us, swallowed by distance and darkness. The cries of my pack had faded. The smell of blood was becoming a memory.
And still, Meka kept walking.
As if dragging me away was the most natural thing in the world.
I was happy that for now the pack would enjoy some peace. I hoped that Cally knew what to do.
Since he wasn’t coming, he should be able to fortify the pack.
I hoped, for his sake, he would be able to put the Therians back in their caves so that the Krackans cannot smell their scent.
Thoughts flowed through me as M
