Percy’s POV

Three years had gone by within a blink. The mutated wolves had been confined to specific regions to the south. While the north hosted the humans and wolves who survived the first onslaught of the mutant wolves.

These days, though random attacks still happened, they were infrequent since the mutant wolves chose not to explore this far north.

I sighed, bringing my attention to the present.

I wanted Rue to eat without looking at the door every five seconds. I wanted her shoulders to ...