I'm sorry I was gone

Wylan burst into the space beside the stream in record time after Charlie’s howl. He almost couldn’t believe it. He’d heard that the older wolf was back, of course. But Wylan had been bed-bound, and he wasn’t sure what the other wolf was up to. Now, Wylan was free at last from the den. Mostly healed, and able to freely roam.

He collided with the other wolf, shocked to realise they were the same height. When on earth had that happened? Surely it hadn’t been that long ago he was piggy back riding on the tawny wolf. The winged boy wrapped his paws around one of Charlie’s forelegs, pressing his forehead into their shoulder and instantly burst into tears. Dammit! He’d told himself when he got out of the healers den he wouldn’t cry any more.

"Wylan"