The shimmering veil stood waiting for the formation, which was led by the Alpha, Beta, and the Gamma.
They left a gap before the next group, who happened to be the Chiefs and high-ranking soldiers.
Xephyr got off the horse, and Selene stayed put. She did not look up or even shift aside her veil, because all she was thinking about was getting past the pack borders.
It had been long since she had felt the fear of her curse. The River Pack had made her forget it; she had become free here, almost normal, and now the thought of stepping out of the pack, the thought of going back home, scared her.
So she was battling with fear and did not want to move an inch, not even when Xephyr returned back to the horse.
It was only when she heard the other horses approaching that she managed to look up, and then she saw it.
The veil with a slight opening in the middle, like a divide.
