no small measure of caution quavering in her voice. “What were those things chasing me?”
Twin looks of surprise erupt across the men’s faces, replaced quickly by skepticism on that of the younger’s.
“You mean to say you’ve never seen a darkwolf before?” He scoffs.
“You’re lucky, then,” says the elder. “We see ‘em more’n we’d like, don’t we Nils?”
“We do,” Nils confirms, folding his arms over his chest. “But we’ve never seen anyone outrun one… much less a whole pack.”
The woman swallows against a knot forming in her throat. But before she can say anything, she is