After leaving the StoneCreek Pack, Kyle led me north.
We passed through endless forests and crossed fierce, rushing rivers.
Throughout the journey, he cared for me with a patience and gentleness I had never experienced before.
He would hunt the plumpest rabbits for me, rinse them with clear spring water, and roast them over a carefully controlled fire until the outside was perfectly crisp while the inside remained tender and juicy.
He would gather the softest moss and dried grass, arranging them into a warm and comfortable bed so I could rest peacefully even in the wild.
He never questioned me about my past, and he never brought up Ryan or the StoneCreek Pack. He simply stayed beside me quietly, using every small act of kindness to mend the wounds left in my heart.
Several days later
