My head was pounding. Keith stirred, his small body heavy against my side. I looked around, my eyes blurry.
We were deep in the forest.
Cain. He had carried us here. On his wolf form. I remembered flashes Keith clinging to me, whimpering softly. But most of everything was a blank, a dark hole in my memory.
I finally found Cain standing a few feet away, his back to us, looking into the dense forest. I don’t know how far he carried us but it must’ve been very far.
“Cain,” I croaked, my voice raspy. He turned around, his face etched with worry.
it's crazy because he is one of the few people I've never had a conversation with ever since I lived here but everybody knows everybody in the Pack.
My legs felt shaky as I tried to stand properly. The memory hit me then. Not just a flash, but
