Elaborate breathing, steps as swift as a cheetah, and a heart thudding right in her throat, Anna scouted back to the village in the thick darkness of the night. There were tears in her eyes, the tears of a heartbroken child. They began to flow freely unchecked down her cheeks and she angrily dabbed them away. Not now, she reminded herself. The tears, the pain, her emotions can wait till after the attack. For now, all that mattered was saving Miel, and Mrs Bouston, and as many other people she could reach out to in this perilous time.
A wolf howled in the midnight, from a distance, from exactly where she had left her father behind. Anna stopped abruptly and she froze at the spot. That howl, she tried to remember. It felt sounded so familiar, like she has heard it somewhere, some time ago.
