#Chapter 226: I Know that Smell

Almara’s Pov Through the rest of the march through town, the familiar continued announcing our defeat. With each declaration, it becomes more and more apparent that I may never see my parents again. We may never see Roman or Eleanor, Robert or Cathy. I can only hope that I get to see Grace. Unlike the first town paralyzed with fear and crawling with more familiars, some of the other areas we crossed through resulted in wolves taking out their phones and recording us. Instantly the message is sent across the world wide web. Even though we tossed our phones, it’s like I can feel the buzzing in my pocket burning a hole in my pants. Hushed whispers get passed between wolves as we make our way past them. I catch glimpses of words and I can only make out a general sense of their comments and questions. It would be the same things I would wonder. Is the war over? Did we lose? Who’s the new Alpha? What do we do now? What I want to do is scream the answers back at them. The war is not ov