(Lavender’s POV)
We broke through the dark of night, weaving in and out of the overgrown trees that were there to hide the colony from others' view, like the magic they placed around it wasn’t enough. Leaves rustled, as if the wind was blowing them but were from our bodies making contact with every tree we glided through. Our breathings were heavy but no one could really distinguish it between the wind and someone breathing. We kept moving, even with the exhaustion setting in. I knew I was tired, Lily more so as she carried Lobelia on her back.
The night wind was chilly and unforgiving. My teeth slightly chattered, and I wondered if I was even a werewolf at this point, because werewolves could withstand cold of this magnitude. I could feel the chill didn’t bother Lily or Lobelia. I co
