The Fog
#Chapter219 The Fog
/"We don't know. The fog has more than a third of our pack, that's more than half the adult wolves, and Colton, he's with them; they seem different. I think it's some sort of curse or spell or something./" I blabber it out almost incoherently as the tears finally scratch my voice and turn my throat hoarse. Meadow is pale and staring out past Sierra's head at the window along the corridor, watching the fog settle halfway up our view from up here. My gut tightens and I pray it doesn't get higher than our magic does. I don't know how else we would stop it if we didn't have the Runes.