Chapter 32

"JULIUS!!"

Cil and I sprinted through the camp looking every which-way. The fog was finally beginning to lift, and unfortunately for us, the increased visibility was exactly what we didn't need right now. It might help us to find Julius, but it also meant that the only thing standing between us and a violent death was speed.

We searched everywhere while we ran: we peered into tents, beneath rubble, and among groups of bodies. The carnage was horrible; every lifeless packmate I witnessed sent a chill up my spine that only served to compound my nausea – and fuel my anger.

Behind me I could hear the roaring shouts of the males who hounded my Pack. I expected that most of my kin would scatter and try to find their own way up the mountains, but the trails were only a few, and I worried some of them might get run-down by their attackers before they found a viable route. As it was, it was probably best that they mostly stuck together. The few times I glanced over my