Chapter Twenty-Nine
Milo
It was time. I could no longer ignore the pain, nor could I stay and do nothing and allow the people I loved to continue out there alone and in danger. I had no idea what I faced, but I knew the one person I could go to for help—my grandfather. Regardless of what they had told me, he would never harm me, and he knew better than anyone about what I was facing.
I wanted and needed to see him, and not just to prove to myself he was still alive.
My sleep had become disrupted with dreams of what I would turn into. In some dreams, I was soaring above the expansive valleys and craggy cliffs dotted with junipers and sage, skimming the river and feeling the elation and lightness I had missed in my life for so many years.
In others, the visions were dark, and I'm covere
