Book 17: Oops, He Did It Again

Posey

Aris moves like a wolf even in his human form. Every step is calculated and sure-footed. I follow him down a wolf trail just above the rocky beach. He keeps his eyes trained on the forest, turning his head ever so slightly to every sound, but he hasn’t said a word to me in over two miles.

I can’t say I mind the silence, the walk itself. The hike. This is exactly the kind of activity I enjoy. It’s a beautiful day, and after this morning, my mind was in a tangle. Now, it's quiet. The overstimulation I felt back at the house is nothing more than a gentle hum of noise in the back of my mind while I focus on everything and nothing at all.

Gem Lake as a whole is a melting pot of environments, and here, in the Ruby district, the beaches tend to be rocky and steep, and the trees, mostly magnolia, silverbell, and dogwood, grow thick, giving much nee