When we emerged, I was surprised to find it was still afternoon. I felt as if we had been there for days. I didn’t know if it was me or if the lands truly seemed brighter, more vivid as if life was slowly being restored to them.
Nova insisted we leave shortly after we recovered her history, saying it was enough to know that something was waiting for her pack, and her own hope reignited.
I did have a few things to deal with, things that were, for once, while I was in that sacred place, easy to forget.
When we returned to my packhouse, Ezra locked eyes with me, standing over his brothers. He made his way to me, searching my eyes and body before he relaxed.
“We have not buried anyone, just started to lay them together, to prepare them. I hope that is okay.” I nodded, tears filling my eyes
