Serena’s PoV

I stood at the edge of the camp Joachim had given us guests to stay. The plague had taken its toll on us, leaving everyone on edge. They were nervous and even unbelieving of better days. I rubbed my temple, worried that one day, their feelings might be correct.

“Serena,” Zone called out, breaking me away from my rancid thoughts. “The patrol spotted movement in the forest.”

“What kind of movement?” I asked.

“Infected wolves,” he said grimly.

It’s almost like we were now used to this life so it was not a surprise to me. “We’ll handle it,” I said grimly.

“I just wonder when these crazy...