Alpha Damon
“But we stand. We're not going to give up now. We have families to take care of. We have our life and we're not going to let spirits or anyone at all take that from us.”
We reached the clearing where we buried Caleb. The ground was undisturbed, but the air above it was colder than the rest. It wrapped around our necks like fingers.
I looked up at the sky, overcast, gray, almost metallic. The smell of blood seemed to be lingering about, though there was no clear source of where it came from.
The kind of sky that waits.
That watches.
The kind that was just there telling us that it was counting the seconds.
The kind that told us that it was coming, only was using the element of surprise.
Bab Populer