#Chapter 234: Retreat

After a bit more running, Caleb sets me down in a spot that seems relatively safe for the moment. We’ve been moving in a more dangerous way than before. Instead of running away from the danger, we seem to be skirting around it, with the enemy wolf howls nearer rather than at a safe distance. Caleb seems entirely focused on following the sound of that howl. I wish I could ask him what is driving him. He must have recognized that howl, but as things are, in his werewolf form, he cannot talk to tell me what’s happening. He encourages me to stand at the base of a tree. There’s a stillness in the woods now, a sort of calm before the storm. Yet, even with my limited human senses, I can tell something is about to happen. Maybe it’s the way Caleb’s entire body tenses that gives the danger of the situation away. But I freeze as I watch him, bracing for an attack. As I do, the wolves step out of the forest behind him. Caleb gives me a look that seems to say, Do not move. One of th