The rain had stopped.
The storm passed as suddenly as it had begun. The clouds parted, revealing a sliver of moonlight that cast pale silver light across the mud-soaked ground.
The forest grew quiet. The only sounds were the dripping of water from leaves and the soft footsteps of the wolves leading their captives forward.
Fae walked between two large wolves, her body ached, and her shoulder throbbed where the wolf had bitten her.
Mud caked her clothes and skin, and her hair was plastered to her scalp.
But she was alive.
She looked at Karissa, who walked beside her.
Karissa's wounds had healed—the deep gashes on her leg and shoulder were now pink scars, already closing.
The healing factor of werewolves was remarkable, and Fae was glad, aferall Karissa had almost bled out back th
