LILY'S POV
Ana dashed out of the pot area. She took us to a different place entirely. She had grabbed Alicia's cloth, as we made our way to a bamboo tree nearby.
She shifted back without a word and then I was back but I felt something was off about Ana, she didn't say a word either.
I left the place, my feet gliding against the rocky paths, as I made my way out of the place.
I felt Ana grow cold within me, she was obviously mourning Alicia's wolf. I was kind of sad too but I couldn't do anything about it.
I scurried through the path with my feet. It was getting harder for me to keep walking. I felt the pain from the injuries and scratches that filled my body.
A thought popped into my head and I remembered George, I had left him with those werewolves. I dragged my feet against the path as I raced towards the building where we had been.
