ROANE
The wolves moved underneath them.
There was a path in the valley where they walked two by two in a line. They were in their human form, but there were others that panned out to the side. They melted among the trees and mountainside. Those were in their wolf form and as they moved past the trees where they were perched, their bows and arrows already readied and aimed, they weren’t sniffing for vampires above them. They were sniffing for the Christane wolves.
Lucas glanced over to Bastion, who was in the tree next to him. They’d been in position for two days now. His army and Christian’s were ahead of them. They were still trekking toward the Mori territories. Lucas and Bastion would catch up. They’d have to, and Roane had started to worry. He wasn’t sure if they dared stay any long
