“The wolves were left alone while protected. No one hunted then, witches wouldn’t take them. As the wolves numbers grew, the Guardians dwindled. A few centuries later and witches hunted the shamans.” Argonathe shrugged and sighed, shaking his head. It was an odd sight, seeing his face droop. I pursed my lips together, unsure if his expression was a ruse. But the deep pain in his eyes told me he wasn’t putting on a show. “Selene made them to protect her children.” Pepper whispered, her eyes filled with awe. I wrinkled my nose, crossing my arms. They were covered in cold, sticky blood. “Why didn’t she bring back the Guardians when the shamans were being hunted?” I titled my head at her, and she frowned. Her mouth opened and closed, and she glanced at Amaryllis. “I don’t know.” “The wit

