18
Charlotte paced the clearing, waiting on Damon and reflecting on the last month. It was hard to believe that in less than a single moon cycle, she’d found her mother and formed a new, bigger family. Ann and Mija got along well, and they had plans to start doing some of the mentoring weekends together.
“Hey,” Damon called. His breath was short as if he'd run a long distance.
“Hey there, stranger,” she replied. “Did you just leave a marathon?”
“Nothing so trivial. New potential runner challenged me to a race,” he said grinning.
“Oh dear,” Charlotte groaned. “Who’s the victim?”
“Forest. My cousin, actually. He just turned eighteen and he’s got more mouth than brains.” Damon wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Charlotte arched a brow. “A cousin, eh? And I guess if you’re sweating, he’
