I dashed straight across the border, trying not to think about the fact that if Fauna was screaming, then she must be attacked by another wolf. The pup was merely seven-year-old and I would be crushed if something happened to her. I was also aware that wolves this close to the border rarely travelled in anything other than a full-sized patrol. What type of Luna thinks about those things and not about protecting a pup?

"Help me!" The small voice yelped again as I tore straight through the border and stood on the other side.

"Fauna!"

There were three of them—the regular size for a casual patrol. One among them...