DRAKE POVThe truck’s engine cut out at the border marker, leaving every where so silent. The young warrior behind the wheel turned, with a mixture of duty and concern in his face. “The neutral grounds starts just beyond that ridge. Alpha, I can not go further.”“This is far enough,” I said, my voice rough from disuse. I grabbed the simple bag at my feet, which contains a few change of clothes, basic supplies, nothing that spoke of rank or permanences “Return to the pack. Tell Beta Andre that I arrived safely at the crossing.”“Yes, Alpha.” He nodded sharply.I stepped out. The air was different here, it was thinner, colder and scented with frosted pine. It carried none of the heavy, layered history, of my own territory, no trace of council room polish, of Elara’s cloying perfume, of hospital antiseptic layered over a ghost of jasmine. I inhaled deeply, and for the first time in months, the oxygen did not fee like pieces of glass on my lungs.I did not linger. I stripped immediately a
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