Breaking The Old Guard
Spring had washed the sky clean. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, and I found myself hoping it would stay that way, though I knew it wouldn’t. The weather never lasted obviously, but today it was a small blessing to say the least.
I turned to my right and watched a little bird glide around, envious of its freedom. How I wished I was that weightless, just soaring high above everything, no expectations, no pressure.
Instead, here I was, sat in a boxed-off section to the side of the stage, my legs bouncing nervously beneath me as everyone was gathering for the opening ceremony. Alpine Forest had only arrived two days ago, and now the other packs were scattered across Stone Mountain's land. I was the next to be announced. The last thing I wanted was attention, but it
