Back to the Beginning

Before Asher could come closer and see what Alora was hiding behind her, one of the wolves from the opposite pack has jumped on his shoulder and knocked him over.

Alora was quick to take that opportunity to advance her purpose. She was looking for Brayden and Damon, the one she saw from her room’s window. It didn’t take long, only a specific forty-five seconds that she saw the two still rolling on the slightly wet grounds of the camp. They were reaching for each other’s throats with their claws.

The two weren’t paying attention, so when Alora stealthily appeared on the back of Damon and stabbed his shoulder with the blade she was carrying, no one seemed to know what just happened.

Except the growl coming from Damon. He tried to shake Alora off, to make her fall from his shoulders. But it was no use. She was clinging for dear life, and to make the hurt worse, the knife was still attached on his left shoulder blades.

Damon was growling still, and Brayden was watching the scenario wit