Runaway

Rain was done with his father, done with Boreas, done with Ruina and all of its demons. It was time to start new, somewhere else untouched by any of his family, be them Wreckages, Praetors or whatever.

He stood at the edge of the pack’s territory, feeling a tremble run over him as he looked up at the looming stone structure. Meekly he called to be met, and only prayed that whoever greeted him wouldn’t maim him on sight. He tried to calm himself and regain his composure enough that he wouldn’t be met as a coward and be immediately turned away. He reminded himself of his strengths; he could heal, and he could hunt in spite of his small size. He took a deep breath. He would be okay.

speaking Thinking   You