Chapter 21
Our third companion woke with the sun. “It’s beautiful,” emoted the young black woman, who I was pretty sure had never traveled outside her home state before that day.
And, as I watched the water beside us turn from gray to blue in reaction to the sun creeping above the horizon, I had to admit that Sinsa was right. The several-mile-long bridge leading from the mainland to the northernmost island felt like a division between our pack’s past and our future. Meanwhile, the rising sun gave the whole scene an air of breathless anticipation.
Pelicans rested on pilings, seagulls swirled on the breeze before dipping down to scoop fish out of the water, and even the air streaming in through the car’s vents smelled like salt. We’d arrived—now we just had to follow Hunter’s advice and w
