The One He Saved
I take them and he helps me up.
“No, I’ve got this.”
I put my index and pinky finger into my mouth and whistle a shrill whistle, making Ezra flinch.
“Everyone who wants to go on the pack land tour, meet in front of the packhouse in five minutes,” I say loudly.
“A little warning next time, my mate,” he says.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I say, grinning at him.
“Where, indeed.”