Bella didn’t answer. She walked straight toward the thin line of smoke rising between the trees. I let out a sharp, frustrated sigh before following her.

I clenched my fists and forced the storm inside me to quiet. Showing weakness to Bella was like bleeding in front of a wolf.

The air grew colder with every step. The smell of burning wood stung my nose, and a strange chill ran down my spine.

In the clearing, I froze.

The same injured girl sat cross-legged in the middle of the forest, her ...