#Chapter44
I Miss You
/"The fates, if you haven't noticed, are inherently vague and slow to do any kind of anything. I mean I was eighteen years old before they did a single thing about me and my gifts. Maybe it will be another eighteen before I get some sort of sign as to how to end our wars./" I bite it out harshly, a glimmer of resentment surfacing even though I know I should not doubt the higher powers.
We both sigh and she grips my arm tighter, her breathing shallowing and I look up to see what has her gasping. I spot them too. The dark figures of a combined pack of some fifty or more wolves moving through the fog as one fluid unit. Heading away, towards the mountain and it's obvious even from here that the most familiar figures our mates and our sub pack are leading the way. Still leaders even under a spell. It's a sight that crushes me.
