Maximus

Four months later…

Four months had passed since we walked out of the underworld, and the world above had changed with us.

Our pack, our new pack, was made.

Rebecca stood across the clearing, her hair braided back, a few loose strands glowing silver in the sunlight. She was showing one of the younger recruits how to fight. Her patience had always been the kind that could turn storms quiet.

I watched her for a moment, pretending I was only making sure no ...