"I need to go back now, and I understand if you don't want to come with me. But it would be safer for me if you went with me." Adam says.
Ruth shakes her head.
"Sorry, I have to go. I have saved your ass and you want to take yourself back in the arms of danger. Enjoy yourself!"
With that, Ruth leaves Adam standing there with no idea whether to go north or south.
Great, now he is going to get lost and die out here anyway. Ruth was right, he should have brought one or two of his men.
A sniff in the air tells him where people are likely to be found, and he follows the scent.
Thankfully, he stumbles upon the road that he used when going to find the pack, and he stands there debating on whether to go back to the witches or go home.
The memory of escaping death so narrowly is still fresh
