Chapter 90. Inside the Mountain

I zoom past trees, skim over fallen logs and under overhanging debris, aware I’m slower once more, and tire faster, but I fight on anyway. I must see this through and lead my people home when victory is ours. I owe them so much, and from what I can see, as all remaining wolves head hard towards the mountain in one wave, our numbers are vast. We didn’t seem to lose many to fighting our brothers. As I skim the faces around me, I can’t feel the sense of loss I did earlier, and I wonder if it was merely their pain and not death.

Not one single wolf death. We did what we set out to do. Break the spell without any losses.

Carmen mind links me, seemingly understanding why I’m looking around as we run, and I smile. My heart rising in delirious happiness because I truly thought there would be an aftermath of grief and despair when the turned found out they killed some of our own and that our victory would also be the start of mourning the losses. Instead, we must ensure the same