Damon.
The kids had been handed over safely. That should’ve brought some kind of relief but it didn’t. Not when my chest still felt tight and my boots still hadn’t dried from that damn stream we crossed at dawn. We walked through the edge of the forest following the dirt road that led into the small village where we believed the kids might’ve come from.
I didn’t say anything to Willow. He didn’t say anything to me either as there wasn’t really anything to say. We both knew what it meant bevause saving them didn’t undo what happened. It didn’t undo what my father started.
The village was humble. Mud walled houses and wood shacks patched with tin. A few pups ran around, their eyes wide the second they saw us mostly Willow who still had blood on his shirt from when one of the children ha
