LUCAS
Something isn't right.
Maybe it's the smooth run through the night. Maybe it's the peace in the air. I'm so used to something coming around every corner these days; for plans to move without a single hiccup, it's no wonder my paranoia is on the rise.
The flat landscape stretches before us, an endless expanse of winter-kissed grass and scattered snow patches. My paws eat up the distance with practiced ease, though my mind wanders to the watch secured in the pack strapped to my back. One quick shift and I could check on Ava.
No. I promised myself I wouldn't hover.
Aurum rumbles in agreement, but a whine escapes him anyway. The scent of honey and vanilla has long faded, but lingers in our mind.
Soon, I promise him. We'll be back before you know it.
My wolf's restlessness mirrors my own. The territory ahead shouldn't be so bare, and I should be able to sense something with my pack link. Yet we've encountered nothing but empty plains and unsettling silence.
