Kael
Kael stopped.
For a moment, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. The voice was too familiar, too old to belong to anyone but one person. But that was impossible.
He turned slowly, his pulse suddenly pounding in his ears.
Standing just beyond the pack house, wearing a thick coat was his father.
Kael stared.
His father never came here. Not since his mother died. He had left the pack behind and chosen to live alone, living deep in the mountains where no one could reach him.
Kael had gone to see him a few times, but those meetings had always been stiff, silent, filled with too many unspoken things.
“What are you doing here?” The words came out sharper than he intended, but he couldn’t help it.
His father took a slow step forward, his face hidden by the shadows. “I nee
