My first priority was to keep André at my side. What else was I going to think about?
Getting out of the sawmill was also a primary necessity, but taking care of the child mattered more to me. As we moved down the corridor, Álvaro’s fierce growls could still be heard in the distance, along with one or two dull blows crashing against the barred door.
I closed my eyes tightly for a moment, took a deep breath, and squeezed the little wolf-boy’s hand harder between mine, forcing him to walk quickly and always to my right. Once again I became aware of the pain in my shoulder and back, the wounds aching in my flesh, but I couldn’t deal with that until I was in a safer position.
A part of me already felt that I would never have peace again in my life.
After all, who would, after everything I
