Chapter Four
Callan Cameron woke up groaning and cursing. His muscles popped as he did his best to stretch. He clasped the aching right knee. That darn thing.
The pain was an unshakable reminder of victory over darkness, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
It was still very early—not even a stray ray of sunlight painted the glittering, star-strewn abyss overheard. Calm, it was his favourite time of day. With no one but him around…
Callan’s shoulders protested, begging for some exercise.
A gruelling run was the best cure for the stiffness.
When the first nascent rays of the sun streaked from behind the mountains, Callan panted through a rocky trail. He knew it so well; he’d whizzed past these trees as a hopeful lad and pounded the ground as a cautious man.
A timid chirp snapped
