9. The Storm is coming

Grant

I was sat at the meeting table surrounded by the four Elders and Beta Dexter, yet my thoughts were with Angeline, and my eyes on the clock on the wall. Stormy’s worry and urgency were only growing, and so was mine.

Since I agreed to follow my instincts, I could feel it clearly; there was something wrong happening to her. Why I could feel it, I didn’t know. The only connection between “us” was my passion and my dreams, seeing that Angeline didn’t even know I existed. But that didn’t matter, and I had to see to her safety.

“This damn meeting is taking too long! We have to go now, Grant!” Stormy growled in my mind, pacing back and forth, completely restless.

“What about paragraph eight, page nine, of the directive you wrote on what to plant on the right wing of the pack behind the forest? Explain it to us, Grant,” Elder Sylvio asked, looking between me and the pile of paper he had in his hands. Every little thing I did was the object of a careful inspection.

“I researched o