I was in Dylan's carriage, traveling the road through the forest back to Featherwall. Any steps closer to Ryan soothed my constant anxiety. I could not stop wondering about his safety.
Dylan had done everything he could to ensure I was comfortable, even so, I was becoming irritated whenever he'd ask, "Are you doing ok?"
Ryan was far away and potentially in great danger on my account, so of course I was not ok. But I told him, "I'm fine."
"I can't wait for you to meet my family." He said.
It sounded nice, but it was also going to be difficult for me to enjoy anything for a while.
On the second day of out traveling, I thought I heard someone crying distantly, a female voice, had to be a she-wolf. The sound echoed around me, my ears perked
