Aviva
The camp is quiet when I return. I’m soaking wet, but thankfully clean of rogue blood, because of the rain. Everyone gave up on sleeping outside in their wolf forms, choosing to sleep in tents instead in their human forms. Everything is soaked. Tarps cover the supply carts, nailed to the ground to prevent any sudden gusts of wind from ripping the tarps off completely and soaking everything my village traded for Ryan’s wares.
I walk by each tent and find Freya curled inside one of them, fast asleep. I start to kneel to crawl inside when Ryan’s voice cuts toward me, emotionlessly rasping, “Get over here.”
I rise and turn to him. He pitched a tent several yards away from the rest of the camp, further into the forest. Its entrance faces the forest, in fact, and I think he means to st
