By midday, she sat right next to me and didn’t smell nervous at all.
Leif fed her, and she once went behind a wall to relieve herself, but when she returned, she curled up again by my side. She seemed to draw comfort from me, a wonder I scarce believed.
I told you. Leif sounded smug.
“Are my friends all right?” she asked, twisting her fingers together. With a small whine, I nudged her, and she stroked my nose instead.
“They all are protected,” Leif answered, with a glance at me. We hadn’t been able to reach the pack via the bond. Too many leagues and too much dark magic disrupting even the Alphas’ power. “Not all of them are out of danger. We know the Grey Men attacked.”
“What are the Grey Men?” she asked.
“Servants of the Corpse King, an evil mage who wishes the world to be under hi
