My clothes felt uncomfortable, sweat from my run soaking them. I wasn’t cold, but maybe I just couldn’t feel it, and all I wanted was to be back at the cabin. I closed my eyes and thought of a hot shower, booze to drown my sorrows, and the blissful forgetfulness that would follow.
I was too tired to handle anything but my next step. Too exhausted from trying so hard to convince my tribe I was right. Certainly too tired to deal with why Cristian’s rejection and outright dislike of me bothered me so much.
I cleared my head of everything and focused on the trail. It wouldn’t do to stumble and fall. So I kept my eyes on the prize, following my own footsteps back to the cabin. The sound of the wind through the trees soothed me, but I wished for more. The constant buzzing of the woods in the s
