"Oh dear moon goddess," Henley muttered as he whipped his head forward. "Well, someone does have it worse than us."
Behind them, Selene's wheelchair was rattling violently as Fenric, still in his wolf form, pushed it forward. His teeth were bared, and from his pants, it was clear that his muscles were panting with exhaustion. Morrineth followed closely behind him. Her breathing was sharp, and her neatly tied bun was coming open, with locks flying awry.
The two of them looked more panicked than anyone, and honestly, somewhere deep in her heart, Inez was rather pleased to see the two of them like this.
"Centre path." Inez finally decided as they arrived at the three cross paths that were in front of them.
"How do you know that?" Morrineth questioned, panting.
"I am getting this vibe," Inez shot back coolly. "And I think that after what happened, we have established that my gut feelings are tragically accurate."
