Elara POV
My lungs felt like they were tearing apart, every breath coming out in ragged gasps as we finally stopped running.
I collapsed against a tree trunk, my legs giving out completely, the howls had faded somewhere behind us but I could still hear them echoing in my head.
"We can't stop for long," Liora said, barely winded while I was dying.
"They'll track us by scent, by magic, by whatever dark methods Eldric's taught them."
"Just, just give me a minute," I managed, my throat raw and burning.
She knelt beside me, her flame palm dimming to almost nothing.
"There's a place not far from here, somewhere they won't follow.
The Old Ones live there."
"Old Ones?" I looked up at her through the mess of my hair.
"Wolves who remember everything," she said quietly.
"Wolves who were al
