Kara’s pov
I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the tiredness that clung to me like a second skin. The events of the past few hours felt like a bad dream, but the cuts and bruises covering my arms told a different story. This was all too real.
"Mom?" Zala's small voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Are you okay?"
I forced a smile, reaching out to smooth her wild hair. "I'm fine, sweetie. Just thinking."
She nodded, her eyes too serious for a child her age. "About the glowy-eyed wolf?"
"Yeah," I sighed. "We need to figure out what happened to him."
As if on cue, RG appeared at the entrance of our makeshift interrogation area - really just a clearing surrounded by thick bushes.
"He's awake," RG said, his voice gruff. "You ready?"
I stood up, squaring my shoulders. "As I'll ever be.
