Eight
A film of mist and rain coated the hillside and the valley below. Naturally, it was my turn to leave the tent. I was the first one going into town to mingle with the Coyotes, despite Aspen and Ashleigh’s protest. I wouldn’t even be going alone. JP was coming with me and I trusted him with my life. Which was a good thing. It could always come down to that. I just hoped it wouldn’t.
“R-Ready?” JP greeted me while cloaked in a dark cape.
“Yes, I am.”
“Here, wear this.” He handed me my own cloak, even though he seemed a little reluctant.
I stared at his new clothing, the material rough against my skin. “Where did these come from?”
“D-Do you really want to k-know?” JP arched an eyebrow, not needing to do more for me to get the hint.
“No, nevermind.” I threw the heavy fabric around
