After several minutes of non-stop running, the wolves hadn't backed down one bit. They kept their pace, and though Aramith had put enough distance between them, they still didn't stop. That might have been okay, but when he observed their eyes, he noticed something odd.
Their gaze wasn't the gaze of animals following a leader. It was closer to worship, and it chilled him.
He mulled it over, thinking deeply of how best he would make them stop following him, but nothing came to mind. His only choice was to outrun them.
But another problem arose.
Aramith saw the end of the forest they were in. It opened to a clearing, but where was the academy in question?
They finally made their way out into the clearing when—
"Heeeelllllllpppp!!! Someone help me! Please!" A sudden scream toward the left of the clearing caught their attention.
