Chapter 92

• Dagmar
• Suddenly Marcus touches my hand, pulling me from my thoughts. “What is it, Marcus?” I ask as I turn to face him. He points in front of him, and I see the familiar sights of mountains. Mountains that tell me I am close to my Packs territory.
• My eyes start to tear up and I have to push them back. This is not the time to break down. Maybe, if I survive, I can break down afterwards. Finally give in to grieving over my family, but not right now.