Arrival

LAYLA

We were almost there.

I could feel the change in the air and the trees becoming taller and bigger. We had rode through the misty forest path, rolled the cart wheels creaking beneath us. As I sat motionless, I listened to the soft sound of hoofs hitting the ground and my mind began to wander.

How something so peaceful could feel so burdensome all of sudden was odd. It might have been because I knew what lies next.

Del Morino's maternal pack was where I was heading. It's not a ...