[Declan]
The wind tore past us as we ran towards the East.
Towards TwinMoon Pack.
Every few minutes, I glanced at Avira's body slumped across Dylan's back.
But there was none. Her breaths were shallow, uneven. Each time I saw her grip loosened, terror ripped through me.
"Stay with us," Dylan shouted from beside me, his voice tight with fear.
Her scent was wrong. Fading. Like her wolf was slipping away piece by piece.
"Can you go any faster?" I asked Dylan even though we were currently moving at a breakneck speed. It was about ten minutes since we began the journey, and it was taking too long to get to our destination.
I couldn't tell if Dylan increased his pace or not because we were already running at full speed.
The gates of TwinMoon finally came into view a few minutes later.
The men who stood guard by the gate saw us from afar, and quickly got the gate open, granting us free passage into the pack.
