Chapter 62.

The way I had pushed my wolf and myself today was exhilarating. To have gone from a weak, hopeless prisoner, spending her days lying on a dirty floor, to this!.... to who I really am! To be able to breathe in the crisp forest air that had a blissful aroma of blooming wildflowers and earthy mud that squelched beneath my worn down shoes. But so far, I had been the only one able to enjoy our newfound freedom.

After getting everyone out of that wretched place, I had reluctantly gone back inside needing to find something to help me move everyone further away. To my shock and disgust, I found a stack of makeshift carts that they had obviously used to bring all the nightwolves here. There were patches of dried blood, claw marks and black fur stuck in between the gaps of the wood planks. I hated to use them again, to lay all their bodies onto the muck and crust, but it was the only way to move them all together.

I had spent an entire night in my wolf form pulling them along with the attached