Wolvin:
“Yeah, now leave it here. The crows from this tree take the messages to the savior,” Finch helped me write a letter and send it out. We have been making up plans to get to know the savior. All of us, each one of us, kind of felt like either this savior was our Genevieve or someone who would be able to find her.
Genevieve had a powerful wolf, but to be a solo warrior and a savior was something we had been worried about.
“This is a small pack in a village near her old pack—I’m sure she’ll come to save the village if it’s really her,” Emre said, staring at the letter as we placed it down next to the big tree.
We’d heard that a savior comes out to help the packs attacked by the black wolves. In the last few months, the black wolves had made a sick and twisted habit of targeting spe
