I sat up, forgetting my sulk and looking around, the snow starting to fall heavier, the wind stronger, tugging at the tendrils of my dress that had survived the rocks.
“What is it?” I asked, not sensing the same things as them. The link was there but not as strong, thanks to the witches slowly weakening the magic.
“I’m not sure, but the wind changed. We have to get to Second Camp,” Derik urged.
I wasn’t about to argue with a wolf who sensed more than I could. I got up and climbed fast. Faster than I had been, not caring about the scrapes and bruises I accumulated.
Derik stayed behind me, urging me on, still helping but looking around every few seconds, making me even more anxious as Kai and Brax took the lead, spreading out to look ahead but staying a lot closer than before.
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