As evening approached, and I barely found the strength within my hunger-stricken body, the time for parting arrived in the freezing courtyard of the manor, under a leaden gray sky.
Scott, Hati, and Skoll—Varg's three massive, pitch-black wolves—waited on the sidelines like shadows of death, their icy breaths ready to sweep my friends from these lands. Chloe, Dominic, and Melanie, still treated as prisoners of war, looked exhausted and broken. However, the omegas had applied a pungent, healing ointment to their hands, which had been mangled during the skirmish with the vampires. Their bandaged hands looked much better than the bloody sight of the night before.
