Flora’s P.O.V
One Month Later…
I closed my eyes in concentration, channeling my healing power into the rogue wolf sitting in front of me. Its fur was dark grey with a white patch on its forehead. Clay didn’t know any of their names but he told me he did feel each of their essence separately in his mind.
But after five minutes of channeling my power, I gave up and opened my eyes.
The wolf looked at me through huge red eyes, a whining sound coming from its throat as he lowered his head to the ground.
“I’m sorry,” I told him, feeling bad that all my efforts were being wasted. “I’ll try again tomorrow.”
Nodding its head, the wolf left to join its peers to guard the house while Clay was out hunting with some of the other wolves.