Book 15: Break Him

Blake

I walk out of my haze of powers onto a level, gravel road lined by farmland. Streaks of deep navy and fading violet paint the sky as stars twinkle into view, a masterpiece I’d stop to inspect if I didn’t have somewhere to be. Along either side of the valley, houses built along the mountainside shine like their starry counterparts, and a few farmhouses are spread out, but the animals in the barns and sheds are silent, sleeping.

Silverhide is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. It’s quiet here. Calm and restful, even during the rush of spring planting and the fall harvest. Ryan turned this valley into a utopia, and his pack is happy, healthy, and prosperous, but they still live as simply as possible. I get it. Sometimes I long for a life like that–something normal. Something still and calm.

Quiet. Always quiet.

A soft spring breeze carries the scent of snow still lingering on the mountaintops as I walk toward the center of th