Chapter 77– Threads of Poison
(The Seer's POV)
The fire burned in the center of the camp and the smoke curled toward the black sky. Around me, wolves shifted restlessly in their skins… some padded close to the heat in their fur while others crouched in half-form with claws still stained by old battles. The hunters sat separately and sharpened their swords as they whispered their prayers to whatever gods kept demanding for wolf blood.
And every eye glanced toward me.
They thought I was doing their bidding. They thought my visions bound me to their cause. Fools.
One of the rogues spat into the flames. "It has been days yet there is no word of the girl. You promised she would bow to us."
I smiled in a way that was not so kind. "The Moonblood cannot be rushed. Threads take time to knot."
Another wolf, a member of the Ironclaws with a missing ear growled. "We did not follow you to sit and wait. Ironclaw thirsts for blood and revenge. If you have no path…"
