Raula
I keep coming, sucking down a deep breath. My knee hurts like hell, but I make my way toward the pair of them. They're still sitting like they haven't got a care in the world. The Lost Pack wolves are sniffing the breeze, growling low in their throats.
Ulfred's almost here.
I don't want to do this. My leg drags, but I put one foot in front of another.
I round the log the instant Ulfred's wolf breaks into the clearing. Olcan seizes me at the same moment. There's a prick at my neck. His arm crushes my chest, and his knife presses against my carotid.
This is the worst idea I've ever had.
Ulfred's wolf rears back, lifts his muzzle, and goes insane, howling at the sky, lunging and snapping his fangs. He doesn't come any closer, though.
