C10 Whispers in the Den

The ridge was behind me, but the cold still clung to my bones. My fingers ached, and the ache in my legs was a deep, throbbing thing that promised I’d feel every step tomorrow.

We entered the camp just as the sun had cleared the treetops. A few wolves were already up, hauling firewood, repairing fences, or tending the smokehouses. But when Damien walked in ahead of me, the work slowed