Hannah's pov
Now that we are alone, I turn to my father.
"Daddy, what happened?" I asked.
He grunts as he sits up, holding an ice pack to his knee. I guess the healers were here. I was just about to comment on their lack of appearance at such an important time— surely Luke couldn't be the only one concerned for my father.
"I don't really know. I was going over the crop shortage we seem to be having with corn this year with Blaine when suddenly we are being shoved apart in opposite directions. The wolf came for me, but I landed wrong and was distracted. His fangs would nearly reach my neck if it weren't for Luke. He jumped him, and they wrestled for a bit, with Luke quickly gaining the upper hand. He ran off into the woods, but our trackers lost him," he explains.
"Lost him how? He literally has no room to run that far, and I doubt the boatman would have taken him. Plus, I was coming back from the town and didn't see anyone else on the river," I say.
