The howls were getting closer. Much closer.

"We need to move. Now," Marcus said, his voice tight with urgency.

Zephyra could hear them coming through the trees - the sound of at least thirty wolves moving fast, their voices raised in hunting calls. Draven's army had found them.

*This is bad. This is really, really bad.*

"Which way?" she asked, looking around the gap. Wolves were approaching from both ends, and the rocky walls were too steep to climb.

"There," Valtoor pointed to a narrow ...