Goddess, no.
My stomach dropped as the realization settled in like ice. This wasn't a chance meeting. Wolves didn't gather like this by accident.
"This couldn't mean danger… right?" I whispered in my head, though the words were weak even to myself.
Leika's answer was swift, edged with disdain. "Who are you fooling? Those wolves don't look friendly at all, Vien."
She was right. Their eyes gleamed like sharpened knives in the gray light, fur bristling, muscles taut with the anticipation of blood.
"Are we getting ambushed?"
"Probably."
A thought clawed its way through the fear. "Then I can take advantage of it," I whispered back. "If they fight each other, I can use the chaos to run."
Leika's growl reverberated in the pit of my mind, sharp and warning. "But you can't shift."
"Then I run on two legs," I hissed stubbornly. My voice trembled, but the resolve in me didn't.
Leika turned silent, as if she couldn't indulge me on my plans.
