Chapter 55

It was almost with disappointment that, as the sun was setting a few hours later, Netya caught sight of a wolf running in the distance.

At first she did not know what the creature was, and she crouched down in the grass, clutching her spear, heart beginning to race as she held stock still. But soon she recognized the smooth, flowing stride of the beast and the light brown fur of the Moon People.

She jumped to her feet, calling out and waving her spear in the air. The wolf turned, ears pricking up, then tilted its head back in a low howl and bounded toward her. Netya ran to meet it, and was almost knocked off her feet as Caspian’s animal half pounced and put his paws up on her shoulders, licking her face as he ruffed and growled excitedly.

A laugh burst from her lips as she tried to push him away, stumbling under the weight of the huge beast that loomed over her.

A moment later Caspian reverted to his more familiar form, the playful excitement of his wolf fadi