Chapter One-Eighteen: Darkness

My body prowls low on the ground, I say mine, but truthfully it does not feel like my own. There is a slight pain in my joints that one typically associates with old age, a whiteness on my fur, and warmth on my paws. I am in the forest, whereas seconds ago, I was in a car.

The body holds memories I cannot account for.

I have never been in a body that was not my own or Markos, yet as if I am seeing the future; I have no control over this as well.

A low growl startles the body to hyper-alertness, causing its vision to spin from corner to corner until, finally, two wolves reveal themselves.

Ketrian warriors.

The body realises with dread that creeps in.

‘Where is the Queen?’

One of them, the grey one, asks while the other snarls with open hostility.

The body snarls back; something in it does not or rather cannot answer. I feel their sense of loyalty towards their pack and alpha, even if they do not understand the fullness of the actions they commit.

‘We need her more; we are losin