“Probably,” he replied, out of breath.
There was a small cave ahead and the blood trail led directly inside. I didn’t have time to consider if this was a trap. If there was an injured wolf, I knew how to help him. Conceal him. Even if it was just long enough for him to heal.
I heard a faint groan echo through the small opening.
‘We’re here to help,’ I linked whomever was in the darkness. I didn’t want them to try and attack us out of fear. There was no response, but I pushed forward, following the coppery scent of his blood, and ignoring the fear that had washed over me.
Aspen pushed forward, utilizing our night vision, our eyes quickly fell on a very injured boy about ten feet ahead of us. Sticking out of his leg, was a silver tip arrow. I’d recognize it from anywhere.
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