Chapter 439: Shadows Racing Through the Snow
He adjusted the lens. His whistling had stopped.
"Thank the Goddess," one of the guards said with a laugh. "That was a horrible song."
Quentin didn't pay them any mind. His gaze was on the two figures now cutting through the trees.
Quentin couldn't believe his eyes. His shift was supposed to be peaceful. Not something that would send him panicking every few hours.
Two wolves were heading straight to the pack. They ran without pause, like someone had lit their tails on fire.
Quentin was having déjà vu. He didn't want to believe that what he was seeing was real—but it was.
His heart slammed painfully against his ribs.
"No," he whispered.
Not again.
He shifted the farseer slightly to steady his view.
Two wolves.
He could see them clearly now.
The first was smaller and black-furred. She was lean too, but her body moved with terrifying efficiency, her strides tight and precise, snow spraying violently behind her paws.
