Chapter 68: Adventure
**~ Cyrius POV (Continued) ~**
But even though I wanted to search for them... where would I even begin?
I had no idea where Dahlia could be. I didn’t know her movements, her hiding places, or even who she trusted. The only place I’d ever seen her was the one I’d just come from...the cave where she found me, where I had been daggered and locked away for years in that damned coffin.
She came with a wolf that night. A male.
I didn’t get a good look at him then, the pain had blurred my vision, but something about his scent felt familiar. Sharp. Old. Like the forest. I’d smelled that before. Maybe he was an elder from my own pack... or a traitor from another. But even that was just speculation.
The truth is...I was grasping at straws.
Where the hell was I supposed to look for a centuries-old witch who vanished like mist and spoke in riddles?
I glanced down at the babies in my arms tiny, helpless, and now sleeping. I couldn’t go trekking through woods and shadowy paths with two newborns dangling from my arms like luggage.
Something had to change. I looked around. The place was barren—just trees, roots, and earth. I scanned the area for anything, anything, that I could use. Maybe a cloth, a wide-enough piece of fabric, something I could tie around myself and carry them with.
Nothing. Just the thin little sheets their mother had wrapped around them after giving birth. Still warm from her body. I swallowed hard at the memory.
Then my eyes landed on a nearby tree—with leaves the size of my forearm.
I walked over, grabbed one of the enormous leaves, and used my claws to carefully cut a few more. With some strong vines hanging from nearby branches, I fashioned a sling of sorts...wrapping the babies securely against my chest and tightening the vines across my shoulders. It was makeshift. Crude. But it worked. The leaves were strong and wide enough to cradle both of them, their small faces peeking out against my skin.