Chapter 118

• Amara's pov
• Are we dead yet?! I mocked asked Cora as she traveled more through the unmarked territory. So far she couldn't smell rogues nor foul creatures and I was glad I coaxed her into not turning back before giving her full control.
• She gave me a snort while she tried to find amicable hunting grounds. She ran down a hill which led to what I thought was a spooky thicket of where we were and as she entered I could feel a bad chill, a really bad chill.