Freda Pov
I picked up a stick from the ground. I looked at Viktor and then I looked at the ground where Urdon was bleeding.
Rex was already moving, sliding his arms under Urdon's shoulders to pull him out of the circle. Urdon tried to say my name again, but it just came out as a wet cough.
"You really think this is how it ends?" Viktor asked. He didn't move. He just stood there with his arms out. "The WolfTrail saved by a girl with a stick?"
"The stick is for now," I said.
I dropped the wood. The sound of it hitting the dry dirt was loud in the quiet clearing. I took a breath and closed my eyes for a second. I felt the heat under my skin. It wasn't the warm heat of a summer day. It was the sharp, biting heat of the wolf wanting out.
I shifted.
