I stood rooted in horror, afraid to turn around and see Collete in a dreadful state. My own breath seemed to suffocate me.
Her wolf’s painful whimpers and soft cries squeezed my heart, forming painful bile in my throat. When a rush of air behind me flipped my hair into a mess, I wanted to move around, but I was impuissant. Unable to pull my feet.
The scents in the air were familiar. It was Vardano and Vilkas’s scent infused in the air alongside deep ominous snarls and harsh rumbling sounds of their wolves.
My breath caught up in my throat as I made up my mind and slowly turned around. My knees gave up, the energy soon bequeathed me to see Collete’s wolf a meter away, creating strengthless sounds. In pain. Bloodied.
Trying my utmost, I crawled on my knees and reached her. I couldn’t hol
