Sin’s POV
In all of the years I've known Michael, he has never been the type to share anything willingly.
I don't know if it's the remnants of the conditioning we went through under my father's rule but he has always bottled up his thoughts. It was probably the only thing I hated about him and that was the most evident now, right at this moment.
My mind should have been on the upcoming meeting. On whatever was going to come out of the treeline but it was on my ever silent best friend. anyone could have cut the tension between us with a blunt knife.
There was a whole lot of nothing in the air. Absolute quiet save for a few rustles from the wind against the trees.
Michael and I were at the edge of the Southern border of our territory, where we had agreed to meet with the rogue group.
