KNOX
I ride in the morning now.
Same roads I've been riding for three years, since we settled the pack land and built what needed building and I started needing an hour every dawn to let the wolf run quiet before the day started. The early mornings here are something I didn't expect — not the quality of them, exactly, because I'd been told the area was beautiful, but the specific way they've started to feel. Like each one is its own small complete thing.
I think about the five years sometimes. Not obsessively. Not with the weight it used to have. More the way you think about a scar you've had long enough that it's just part of your topography — you know it's there, you know how it got there, and you don't look at it expecting it to be something else.
The feral period. The whiskey. The
