Chapter 102: Turn Back The Hands Of Time
With a burst of speed, Reana dashed into the fog, her paws pounding the earth as she ran blindly, her senses guiding her through the dense mist.
"Luna!!" Kira’s desperate cry echoed through the fog, but Reana was already gone, vanishing into the swirling whiteness.
Just then, a sleek gray form burst into the fog, hot on Reana’s heels. It was Mirian, her wolf form agile and swift as she chased after the Luna.
"Awoool!!" Mirian’s wolfish cry pierced the air, a plaintive plea for Reana to wait, to not disappear into the unknown alone.
A lone tear escaped Kira’s eye, rolling down her cheek as she stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the spot where Reana and Mirian had vanished into the fog. She wasn’t naive; she knew that Reana’s words had been more than just a simple instruction - they had been a goodbye, a poignant reminder that their Luna might not return.
"Gamma Kira, we can’t just stand by and do nothing," Steve urged, his voice laced with desperation as he stepped forward. "We can’t let Luna and Mirian face the dangers alone. We have to do something, we have to help them." His eyes pleaded with Kira, begging her to reconsider and take action.
"The Luna left a direct order," Kira said firmly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness and resignation. "We’re to return to the pack, ensure their safety, and await her return. We can’t disobey her orders, no matter how difficult it may seem."
"What if she needs us?" a deep voice asked from the side, and the others nodded in agreement, their faces etched with concern. "With or without us, the pack will survive," the man continued, his tone laced with a mix of conviction and uncertainty.
"That is, if anyone was able to survive the disaster like we miraculously did." Steve added.