INDY
Fortunately, the road was clear.
The sky stretched wide above me as I ran, my paws landing, matching the pounding of my heart.
However, even if the road had not been clear, I would have gone. Even if the mountains had collapsed in my path or the river had flooded its banks, I would have crossed it.
Because if this was the last time I would ever see him—
No.
I quickly forced the thought away.
That was not going to happen.
I would not let myself think like that.
He was strong and stubborn.
He was not going to die like that.
The wind roared in my ears as I ran faster. I let my wolf carry me forward. Every mile felt endless. Every second stretched painfully long.
By the time the city walls came into view, dusk had begun to settle over the horizon.
I crossed the final st
