My steps falter as I near my destination. I let out a huge breath of air and stay still for what feels like half a second.
Sound filters in along with doubt.
What if you are wrong?
The battle surrounding me feels frighteningly real at that moment. I had been lost in my own world for too long to know how many packs had fallen to attacks like this. But there had been plenty. I couldn’t let this pack become part of that number, no matter where I stood with it.
If I am wrong, then I’ll find the right answer.
I let my wolf surface the slightest bit to heighten my senses.
Somewhere close. The wind didn’t blow well enough from every position. Based on what I read off books, the direction of the wind mattered.
How accurate are those books?
The slight scent of some
