I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, careful not to wake Ryan. I knew he needed his sleep. I'd seen the bruises underneath his eyes, the tired lines in his face; he needed his rest.
It was just before dawn when I left the pack house. The sun was setting, and it was a majestic sight; the way the rays of the sun illuminated everything just over the tops of the trees. It was truly beautiful. I let myself relax a little bit, watching the sun, before starting to move; slowly, towards the medic center.
The way to the center was eerily quiet. I knew everyone had gone to sleep, besides the ones that were patrolling the borders. Isaiah had everything on a tight leash, especially after what had happened, and I was happy for it. I wanted the people here to feel safe, and I wanted everything
