Chapter 100

Despite being weary, Khelt and Fern ran all afternoon and into the evening. It seemed that none of them wanted to spend another night out in the wilderness, and despite Netya’s best efforts to tend Caspian’s wounds, he would still need a more experienced healer to examine him sooner rather than later.

The moon was out that evening, and as they approached the outcrop Khelt let out a long howl to announce their return. It was echoed a few moments later by whoever was keeping watch, signaling that they had been spotted.

By the time they reached the bottom of the slope a small crowd had gathered, but they hung back in anticipation, unsure of what was about to greet them. Netya should have been anxious. After all, the pack had thought her a traitor just a day earlier.

But as she dismounted and helped Caspian down from Khelt’s back, she could only respond to the spiteful looks being shot her way with a glower of her own. She had no patience for their suspicion. Lives had