Chapter 3.
BRAD GLANCED AHEAD of himself and the long stretch of road, his tired eyes pulling at his subconscious to sleep.
The sun was finally rising, casting beautiful yellows and pink across the horizon. But instead of watching it rise over the blue ocean as he had yesterday morning, Brad was seeing it from the viewpoint just above Greensborough.
He could see some of the houses at the edge of town, and the thick foliage made him itch to shift just looking at it.
How much had he loved running through the forest when he was younger?
A shiver coursed down his spine as he stared at the home of his forefathers. It had never felt quite like home to him when he was younger, but he was older and wiser now, so hopefully coming back to visit wouldn’t be too painful.
He pressed his foot to t
