CALLUM
After driving for more than 6 hours or so and still being a few ways farther from Aurorium, with dove exhausted and probably tired of the drive, I had decided to make a stop for the day. Not to mention the sun was just about to set.
Glancing over at Dove, I felt my heart soften at the sight of her curled sleeping form. Her head was resting on her arms while she drew her legs to her chest as she slept, mouth parted slightly as she breathed in deep steady breaths.
Unwilling to wake her up from her peaceful nap just yet, I had parked the truck in the shade where the light wouldn’t bother her much, then turned off the truck and stepped out with the thought to survey the area.
I had gone far off the road and into a clearing in the forest. There were tire marks on the ground from what
