Chapter 57. Howl in the Night

CAIVAN

I’ve never felt more grateful for the blast of cool air on my face when I step outside, though I might have to worry about the clouds gathering overhead. There is no wolf around, no immediate threat. So I head for the one place I might get more solitude.

I won’t remain alone for long. Someone approaches, out of sight and as quiet as wolven can be. I don’t need to smell him to know it’s Gylen. A sight for sore eyes.

He pauses at the mouth of the ‘cave,’ squinting into the darkness.

“I’m not a Leftyde weight if that’s what bothers you,” I call out and he grins.

“I suppose not,” he says and climbs over a rock to get to where I sit in the corner, “I hope to hide out here awhile if it’s okay with you. I can’t go on a bloody hunt with Argell tonight.”

He’s bare, save for a knicker that looks like it came off anyone, and looks way too tight on him. Claw marks line his torso here and there, but I can tell they’re already healing as he sits next t