If silence was a human, it would have gotten tired at the rate by which it was summoned by the Triga’s family of the Wind Winder pack. It cloaked the room deeply for the second time on the chilly September night.
Jan could be seen opening her mouth in a bid to talk, then closing it again. She didn’t really know what to say or how to say what was on her mind. Staring at her husband wide-eyed, she hoped fervently that what she had just heard from her daughter was false. But then Maya doesn’t lie with things like this. She thought.
“Jan..” Arnold called out to his wife, slowly; but received no response. And so unable to bear the distraught look on his mate’s face, he dropped his mug on the side table, and walked up to her.
Staring at her softly, he tried taking her hands into his but s
