In the quiet

Wylan sat on the floor in the communal area of the den. Communal. That meant nothing to him now. Oleander had left, moving into the Col. He didn’t know if Sen was coming back. It was just Wylan, Marina, and his companions now. The den which had felt so full not that long ago was feeling awfully empty. Marina was off grabbing a few items, and Krak was somewhere in the woods. Wylan was alone in the den, listening to the silence.

He remembered when he had first brought Sen back to the Treehouse. The two had stayed up all night giggling, until Oleander’s teasing voice had told them to go to sleep. It had left him with a feeling of being surrounded by wolves, of family. He needed that, he craved it. His wings were spread far on either side of him, and his posture was dejected. He knew he had chores to do, things to catch up. But he just couldn’t find the effort.


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