Third person's POV
Aris ran through the woods, blood dripping from a deep gash on his right leg, though the wound was already starting to heal, his wolf’s natural abilities knitting the skin back together. He’d watched his companions get torn apart by the rogues, their bodies left broken and lifeless in the dirt. He’d underestimated those rogues, thinking a small group like that would be easy to overpower, and now he was paying the price for his mistake. Katrina was going to have his head for this failure—he could already imagine the fury in her eyes. Staying in wolf form would’ve let him heal faster and get back to the pack quicker, but he had to shift to human form to use the scent-masking substance Katrina had given them. It was the only way to slip past the pack’s patrols without bein
