The morning sun broke through, bathing the pack house in golden light and highlighting dancing dust particles. Gabriel was pacing impatiently, his footsteps crunching on the gravel, echoing his inner turmoil.
Where are they? Gabriel complained to Zeus.
As he turned for what felt like the hundredth time, he saw Markus first, shoulders tense, a deep frown showing his determination. Amara walked slightly behind, her hands nervously clenching and unclenching at her sides, her face a canvas of sad resolve.
The two figures that followed them, emerging hand in hand from the soft morning mist, caught him off guard. Eliza and Thomas approached, their entwined hands showing a bond that had blossomed overnight. Gabriel froze, speechless and wide-eyed with surprise.
“Gabriel,” Thomas greeted, pull
