Chapter 23

Torin

The wolf lies dead in front of me, eyes still open, the blood oozing from the nape of his neck, dripping slowly onto the leaves below. The blood is still fresh, still bright crimson, and coagulating quickly with the cool air.

"I told you, didn't I?" Jarek gloats behind me, I can sense it in his words and the way he speaks to me.

I step away from the dead wolf and turn to him. "Yes