Chapter 41: The Next Step

*Gravestone*

I waited with Allesandra outside of Melchior’s hut for another two hours. I could do nothing but pace back and forth in my wolf form, softly growling under my breath. I didn’t need it pointed out to me, I knew how nervous I was. Allesandra was lightly throwing pebbles at my head in an attempt to get me to, if not calm down, at least stop growling, but I paid her efforts no mind.

Or perhaps she was just doing it to pass the time, as besides the earlier excitement of nearly tearing the Rascaron alpha to bloody pieces, not a lot was going on. The pack lacked the exuberant energy of my previous encounters with them. If I had to give a word to the mood, it would be, well, depressed. And it wasn’t hard to see why, as was said earlier in this tale, the armies of Wat had clearly been running them ragged for the past several weeks. The pack’s hideout, obviously, had not been found yet, but that was only a matter of time. Hopefully Bel could make the alpha understand that.