I woke to the sound of what I believed a bird. I"d almost forgotten creatures existed other than wolves, a solitary gull, and ourselves. The bird"s singing echoed around me and I luxuriated in its chirruping joy before remembering I had more pressing business to attend to.
The coffin lid creaked open at my touch and the night air poured in swamping my senses. If Linka had been there with me it should have been perfect, but she wasn"t.
I rose from my bed expecting to find Merryweather fast asleep beside me. But, for a second time in recent memory, he was up and about first. His coffin lid lay ajar, and the interior stood empty. I"d always been an early riser by Eternal standards, bordering on the insane some would have said, yet Merryweather had not just beaten me but disappeared from sig
