All Chapters of Behind Enemy Lines: From Slave To Luna: Chapter 11

Brian was waiting with a fresh horse and a smirk that said he expected to receive my corpse back within the week.I mounted it without looking at him. Did not take the hand he did not offer. Got one foot in the stirrup and swung up clean, settled my weight, checked the reins. The horse was good. Better than Brian deserved to own.The stranger's cloak was folded under the saddlebag. I had not been able to leave it. I had held it in my hands for a long moment before dawn, because it was warm.The gates creaked open slowly.Snow clung to the ground in dirty patches taking me back to the night my whole pack was massacred. Same thing I am sure Brian has planned for Red River’s pack. The road ahead was pale and empty. I nudged the horse forward and did not look back and felt my heart settle into something steady for the first time since I had watched my father's head roll across white ground.Half a mile down the road I felt it.The same weight I had felt at the bonfire. A pressure between