Chapter 26

The lost pack

Sheila's POV

The cave entrance lingered before us, a vast throat of haziness that appeared to swallow all expectation. Kloss remained adjacent to me, his fur seething with pressure as the far off cries of Rasha's military became stronger. Our pack, what survived from it, crouched behind us, their eyes wide with dread and vulnerability.

"We can't remain here," I said, my voice scarcely over a murmur. "We're caught in the event that we do."

Kloss gestured drearily. "Concurred. In any case, where could we at any point go? Rasha's powers are all over the place."

As though in reply to our frantic inquiry, a cool wind floated from the profundities of the cavern, conveying with it a fragrance I had never experienced. It was wild and old, suggestive of profound woods and snow-covered mountains.

"Do you smell that?" I asked, my nose jerking.

Kloss glared, sniffing the air. "Indeed. It's... odd. Recognizable, yet not."

All of a sudden, a voice reverberated from the murkiness of th