Chapter 21

Alvara's Point of View

Kilometers flew by faster than I could keep track. Dargan's grey fur felt lush beneath my legs. My new home, of sorts, until we reached Middelburg. There was a halfway house waiting for us. With each thud of his paws, I could feel Dargan's muscles tremble. Fighting and running so far had left them all drained. Regardless, they had come when I had called. When I had needed them the most.

Maverick had ran ahead of us, scouting the area we needed to travel past. No signs of trouble lingered, so he ran on until something was off. Ciaran and Ozias stayed close to my side, nipping at my booty every now and again to remind me to keep my legs tightly pressed against Dargan.

Exhaustion weighed heavy within their eyes and guilt fed on my insides. I had asked too much of them. Where would I even go once we reached Eiecrunt. Staying put within a house certainly wouldn't cut it. I would just be another burden on them. Another