Chapter 43 Flight In Shadows
- The nocturnal silence slid like a whisper between the trees, dense and heavy as the mist encircling the camp. The moon, thin as a silver thread, scarcely lit the landscape. Shadows stretched in every direction, embracing the weary bodies of the wolves who slept in scattered groups—some with ears still alert, others snoring softly beneath fur-lined blankets.
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- Ellie was awake.