Chapter 62 The Magic In The Hair
- *Leo*
- I limp back toward the campfire, one paw dragging slightly with each step. Blood drips from my shoulder, hot and sticky against my fur. The clearing smells like blood—mine and theirs.
- Behind me, Roxy’s footsteps crunch softly through the underbrush. I stop near our satchels and glance over my shoulder. She’s watching me, her lips parted, worry painted across her face.