Chapter 11
The storm raged on throughout the day. By evening, the rain had reduced to a trickle, and collectively, they decided to press on. The pack chose to travel in their wolf form. They were swift and sure-footed even over the rockiest of terrain. Mira had no trouble keeping up, and once they were out of the mountain, she was thankful to be able to move at a pace suited to her own supernatural speed.
Within a few hours they reached the cave where Curtis, Lucian, and Sarah were waiting. Mira was immensely relived to see that they were alive and relatively happy. Devastation from the recent storms was spread out before them: Freshly uprooted trees lay where they had fallen, and the ground squished under her feet, soil completely saturated by water. But despite being waterlogged, no on
