Chapter 602 A Little Hand (2)

• I twisted around, catching sight of the boys trailing us. One was a bit behind and the other two scampered along side us as we traveled.
• What he was saying didn’t sound bad, as far as pack life went. Though I’d felt like I’d outgrown that idea, entirely. This migratory life was one I’d come to love. Feeling the nip of an early morning breeze on my face, in all seasons had become my wakeup. Fury taking my hand to help me to my feet was my rising sun. His gruff voice muttering as he prepared us some fresh-caught breakfast was my favorite way to wake. and long days with Chaos were my joy.
• I didn’t want it to all go away.