#Chapter 149: What Is Lost To Gain

Abigail Mom still hadn’t let me go. Her arms stayed wrapped tightly around me as if letting go might make everything we’d just survived come undone again. Around us, the pack was slowly beginning to stir—wounded, dazed, recovering from the nightmare that had shattered the sacred grounds just moments ago. I shifted, ready to rise, to help the others—some still trembling, others barely conscious. The poison had nearly severed the bond that tethered us to our wolves. For a terrifying moment, it had felt like we’d lost it completely. And then I heard the sound of something heavy crashing through the trees. A branch snapped. A startled curse rang out. I lifted my head just in time to see Dad emerge from the forest’s edge, dragging someone behind him. Gingi. Her coat was torn, her face scratched and bleeding. Her hair was matted with dirt, eyes wide and wild like a cornered animal. Dad had her by the arms, her wrists already bound in reinforced cuffs. She hissed and tried t