CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE
KELVIN
I was starting to enjoy the silence.
There was a stillness in hiding that most people couldn’t survive. The cold, the damp, and the long hours of thinking but I liked it. It reminded me of what I’d lost and what I was going to take back.
I stood at the edge of the cave, watching the mist roll across the valley. The sky was still gray as morning hadn’t broken fully yet. It never really did here. The sun barely touched these parts.
But it suited me. It was a perfect match to how I felt inside. Cold, dark and gloomy.
I turned as footsteps echoed faintly behind me. He was late.
I didn’t bother turning around when the hooded figure entered. His scent gave him away. A young, nervous wolf, but not stupid. At least, not yet.
“You came,” I said, voice calm.
The figure stayed near the entrance. “It wasn’t easy.”
“It never is,” I said. “But you still came. That tells me everything I need to know.”
He hesitated, sounding scared like he wanted to back away
