The Heartwood Pouliá

Her sister, she said.

Antigone felt a lump rise in the back of his throat.

Would his sisters search for him, too?

The best way will be to leave word with other packs. Give them a description and ask if they’ve seen her, he thought aloud. He wished to ask what she had mean by “not well,” but his courage was lost on the pace they had set. If he knew, hopelessness would creep into his thoughts.

Sorcha asked how far they would go before they needed to stop. Antigone eyed her for a moment, watching the movement of her legs and the sounds of her breathing. The red-hooded boy did not have an answer because he didn’t know how far they might travel before it was necessary.

Let’s find somewhere soon. To plan where we will go. I will hunt so that we can eat.

He couldn’t look at her face so he cast his dark eyes on the trees in the distance.