FORTY SEVEN

FREYA’s POV

I stand at the foot of the hill that leads to Light Paw Village as the sun above me begins to set.

The place no longer looks like it used to. The once clear path is now overrun by weeds and littered with garbage. There are even carcasses of little animals lying around. Bats, rats and even rabbits. Hmm…did the rogues come after we all left the village?

Perhaps.

I sigh and close my eyes, tilting my head up towards the sky. It should be raining. Though a sudden downpour might slicken my climb, surely, it would cut the stench.

Yes, there is a stench. But it is not from the garbage and carcasses. My brows furrow and my eyes narrow as my gaze trails up the path up to my old village.

Strange. Someone is up there. My breath quickens and I twist my head to look at the clearing from where I came from. Perhaps I should come back another day. At least until the stranger who now roams the village is gone. 

But I ne