Senna’s POV
I held onto Thistle for dear life. I still couldn’t believe that he was actually alive. I’d convinced myself of the worst. When I released him, everyone made their rounds, hugging him.
He was shaking and covered in bad scratches. Without a wolf, he wouldn’t heal fast. He needed to get back to the safe place so we could bandage him up.
But everyone was so happy to see him.
Everyone except Kalev, of course.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Thistle asked when his eyes landed on Kalev.
I was just about to explain, when I saw movement in the trees.
“Something’s wrong,” I said, my eyes going to the forest.
“Define wrong,” Thor replied, scanning the trees.
Before I could answer, the shadows shifted.
“What the hell is that?” Isolde whispered.
“Wisps,” I said. Then I turned
