Finn
Xandra wakes me in the morning by crawling out of the hollow in the tree to be noisily sick outside. My stomach churns. Empty. And I have no idea what is or isn’t safe to eat in this part of the world.
Worse, I don’t know if she was awake enough to realize how badly I responded to her last night. There’s no reason why. I would do anything for our baby. Keeping both of them safe is my highest priority. But curled up like that, her words sounded so nearly like a confession of love… my tongue just froze to the roof of my mouth.
I squeeze myself out of the trunk as she sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth. She looks at me. I look at her.
“There should only be another few hours of running before we reach the border,” she says.
Probably clever. I can smell other wolves in these woo
