Elijah POV
I crashed through trees and underbrush in an attempt to get Ambrosia to stop and explain things clearly.
Cursed?
Bad luck?
She had said something about that before- I vaguely remembered it, but I had sworn it had to be a joke. But there were charms on the edge of my pack protecting us from her. If it weren’t for the incident with the woodchipper, I would’ve been inclined to believe it was all an elaborate prank, but…
The injuries at the zoning site were a concern too.
I didn’t understand it. But her damn enchanted woods scrambled my sense of direction, and even though I’d sworn I was on her tail, I ended up back at the borders of my territory, shifted and empty handed.
I chose to walk the streets of our pack in my more comfortable wolf form- it was much better than walk
