Feeling the ground beneath my paws after being cooped up in the room and not being able even to reach my wolf felt like heaven. The earth was hard and cold, but that made the running easier. Everywhere I turned I could pick up on wolf scents, some fresh, some weeks old. It was surprisingly easy to focus on the fresh ones and even easier to lock onto my father’s.
He had passed through here no more than five minutes ago, followed by at least a dozen of his pack. Others have joined on the way, but considering the number of people in the village, the ones that didn’t touch the water weren’t that many.
Something dark entered my peripheral vision, and I turned to look at Caleb’s wolf running by my side with long, confident jumps. His eyes locked on me as if afraid to le
