I want to return to the gathering as soon as I leave. Overhearing the conversation gives me hope that something good is happening in the pack. Unfortunately, there is no choice. I need to go while there is still time. Soon, the sun will rise again.
I sneak away from the group effortlessly and walk past my childhood home. Fairies bought it from us, and their magic has done wonders with the place. It makes me smile. They made it a beautiful home for themselves. I would love to live in it myself, but knowing they care for the house is enough.
The forest behind our old home is not as open as when we used to play there. Still, finding the path to the tree doesn’t take long. Again, the feeling of this being too easy creeps up on me. How can I be sure it’s this tree? Did I do this wild chase fo
