RIDER
The last wolf snarled back at us from about one yard out, before rushing off with the others, disappearing into the thickness of the trees. I'm breathing heavily, fatigued, and partially overwhelmed. When was the last time I slept? Maybe a day ago? Dammit. We're all running short on fuel.
"Should we go after them?"
"No. Head back" I responded through the mind link, surveying the area one last time before leading the small group home.
Once we've gone over the perimeter, I shift to talk with a few of the other wolves, before giving instructions to the new shift that has come in. Everyone is exhausted. We had to keep out rogues last night, which, as much as it isn't odd, is odd tonight. They attacked but none was serious about going through the perimeter, which meant they were p
