The sound of the train whistling jolts Astrid from her sleep, she yawns and her eyes gaze around to see an almost empty train as she straightens her neck from the pole she was resting on, her backpack on her legs.
“Where are we?” She asks the lady beside her.
“The last train stop is the Obsidian pack, I’m headed there myself,” the lady smiles and replies.
Astrid sighs and looks away, she is far away from home, the only home she has ever known, the Obsidian pack is miles away from the moonstone pack and both packs are at an aged long dispute, there is no way Zane would find her here.
Would he even be looking for her? Will he care that she is gone? It’s been three days on this journey and he is all she can think about.
If only things went differently between them, she loved him even bef
