Chapter 96

A PACK LOST A PACK GAINED

I was on the outside surveying our space to plant more food and possibly rear a few animals. It's been a rough couple of months and my arm heals at snails pace. The wolves are still gathered around the periphery of the fortress, steadfast and unmoving since Grayson hasn't lifted his command. Hadn't we had them, perhaps Phineas' attempts to destroy us would have succeeded at his first crack.

A hand reaches around, blocking my view and I attempt to back away, ducking beneath in the process, only to be enclosed in hard flesh and bones.

"Morning," He growls at my ear .

"It's afternoon," I correct.

"Still early," he rasps at my ear, back pedaling both of us in the process.

"Where are you taking me?" I question the oaf.

"You'll see soon enough."

"I have work to do," I argue.

"You're always working," His reply comes, feet still walking blindly and his breath warm a constant against my cheek.

"Do you even know where you're going?" I enquire not liking the fact that