The giant wolf pads beside me as we sneak into the woods.
“Where are Reggie and the others, can you find them?” I ask Ward. He lifts his nose and trots off, circling the camp. I follow. Another bad thing about all those lights surrounding their camp: It makes the enemy night-blind, forming a wall of light they can't see very well beyond. Ward seems to stay instinctively out of sight of the camp and I follow beside him, a hand on his shoulder, until I step on a stick and hiss a complaint. Ward pauses and turns to face me. In the dark, his large animalistic features are slightly terrifying. He shoves me backwards with his head until I'm pressed against a tree, and then holds me there with a paw. His long tongue licks at my foot, then up my legs, my wrists as I attempt to fight him off, arou
