Chapter 59. Catching Up

RONN

Allos circles back to me, his face scrunched up at the sight of guts at my feet. “You’re gonna clean that?” he says.

“That’s Sirgil,” I reply, recalling the brutal bout the duo had minutes ago.

The winter creature had certainly been a handful, but the thing with Sirgil was his craftiness, his stealth. It was relatively easy to avoid his opponent’s blow and slash at his trunk and sternum. I hadn’t been there, but it plays out in my head from his memory.

“You bonded with one of the wolves.”

It sounds more like an accusation than a question and I bristle at his tone.

“I did what I had to do,” I snap.

He nods quietly with an askant look. “Sure you did.” He turns then, without catching a glimpse of the evil look I throw his way. “So what now?”

As if to answer his question, a wolf with white fur, way larger than the others, streaks out from the undergrowth. I barely have time to react; Allos is slower. The winter wolf buries his cl