I folded my arms. This was harder than I thought it would be. It was a good thing we could meet up with time, getting to the packhouse before the rain stopped.
Thinking about time, we have Barry and Pete's speed to thank for the disappearance of delay.
Calculating the little time spent from the forest to the packhouse, I could tell it was not even ten minutes, and then the time spent getting to the river to get some water and making the herb juice, that should be about five minutes. The main healing was taking much time.
I glanced at my side and saw my nana, the Beta and the Gamma. They murmured some incoherent words which I could guess was their way of praying. All I could do was take in the actions around me.
A mental picture which I now recognize as a vision passed smoothly into my head, showing a large brown wolf, standing with dominance, its red glowing eyes commanding attention. It was not just an ordinary wolf. It was a werewolf.
