The cry of a male echoing through the quiet night causes my steps to faulter and my skin to crawl. I have never heard such a blood curdling scream before and the only thing I can think of is that this male most likely messed with the wrong she-wolf. Amelia chuckles, her eyes holding a hint of blood lust inside their blue depth.
"Seems like some egotistical male found a she-wolf and lost what ever fight they were having." She states, continuing forward as if the scream meant nothing to her. I take a shuddering breath, praying that who ever harmed the male wont harm me if they see Amelia and I traveling together as we continue trekking through the forest. We come to the riverside once more, deciding to refill our canteens with the fresh water before we continue searching for Grace. The
