Chapter 608. An Omen

To say I’m relieved to be home is an understatement. Our group is greeted with enthusiasm, especially after it’s revealed that we snagged enough deer and elk to see us through nearly the entire winter, and a huge banquet is held in celebration. 

Notably absent from the dinner is Misty. 

Lexa sleeps peacefully in my lap while my gaze drifts across the packhouse. 

I sweep past Ryan to a new face in the crowd. Well, not entirely new, but new to the dinner held here every night. 

Kyra, wearing a dark green cloak, stands close enough to Cole that I feel a sudden jolt of unease as she reaches into her cloak and pulls out a vial, pressing it into his hands. Cole nods in thanks, but the line between his brows is evident. He looks like he’s in pain as he turns away from her, his skin slightly pale and eyes watering enough that I feel myself rising from the bench in an effort to walk over and ask what’s wrong, but then he turns back to the conv