Chapter 56: Who are you?
Arthur's POV
I sat by the river, a short distance behind the pack house, fishing rod in hand. Something I did often. Not because I cared about fishing, but because it was quiet here. Too quiet sometimes, but I preferred it that way. Everything had been so loud lately, even in my sleep.
I sighed and rubbed my temple, trying to ease the pressure building there when the rod suddenly grew heavy. A slow smirk curled my lips. Finally.
I yanked the line from the water and two medium-sized fish twisted in the air before hitting the grass. I dug my claws into them one at a time, my talons tearing through scales and then flesh as they writhed. I watched them with quiet satisfaction. This was the part I enjoyed most.
Their frantic gasps, the helpless flops against the e
