Chapter 48. Cyran and Gylen

CYRAN

The ‘cave’ is a hollow in the west wall of the village trench, covered mostly by the gigantic roots of a tree growing above its mouth. Gylen once said not to go near it, but I’m quite sure he wasn’t serious. Candidly, I need a place away from all the ‘wolfishness’ in the camp.

It’s dark and quite damp in here, and all I can smell for a while is moss and something else I can’t place. It’s welcoming, though, and a good spot to wait out the full moon. They’ve been weird in all ways, manifesting what must be moon reactions; Dell had grinned quite excessively at me all day, and Jenna the third elder female wolf in the pack had growled at me when I stopped by to say hello. Not to mention the wolves howling loudly in their hut; even though it’s a long distance away from Eldad, it does sound awful. And scary.

I settle on a rock at the back of the cave and dig in my coat pockets for the apples I had found earlier in the storage room (Quite a daring expedition, I must