Chapter 371: Back to Werewolf Territory

Eden’s POV

I woke up and immediately felt disoriented. Where was I? It was dark. And something didn’t smell right.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Astrid winked. She was huddled over a small fire. The pot was steaming and boiling over. “I went scavenging and found some herbs my mom used to make tea out of when we were traveling. Doesn’t taste the best, but it will fill your stomach a little.”

“I slept through the night?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

That surprised me. I must have cried myself to sleep.

Slade is dead.

The thought came into my head unbidden. Deep down, I’d been hoping it had all just been a dream. Or a nightmare, actually. An awful nightmare where wolves you love die.

The look of concern on Astrid’s face told me otherwise.

Slade was dead. It was true.

“How are you feeling?” Astrid asked softly, bringing the pot over to me. “It needs to cool. We don’t have any cups. You doing okay?”

“Yes.” No. “I mean, I’m all right,” I shrugged. I picked at the fabric of my dress. Zara was still i