The mad dash from the Meeting Hall is one I'll rather never relive. Alaric has to kill a few more warriors, slicing their throats to avoid them making any noise before we finally make it out of the building and into the fresh forest air. It probably would have helped him greatly if I had been in a sane enough mind to offer my assistance. This human body, void of a wolf, has grown slow and weak, wasting away overnight like it's affected by a rapid disease. Alaric eventually shifts into his black wolf after ten minutes of watching me stumble through the dark forest blind before allowing me to climb onto his high back for the rest of the journey. He never stops running, even when his wolf begins to breathe heavily, panting with his tongue sagging out of his mouth. I lay my head between his sh
