The no-man's land was still as dead as the last time I had been here—just as I remembered from the day Adam and his brothers almost ended my life.
Even though Makeh had hinted that the reality of that traumatic incident might be different, I had chosen to believe the same truth I had always known, until proven otherwise.
I looked around slowly, my hand tightening around Diana's smaller one as if the ground itself might try to claim her. Ahead of us, the others were already moving forward, fanning out in loose formation toward the denser part of the pack's forest.
And yet, I didn't hurry to follow them as would have been my custom. No. I continued to take in the details slowly as if studying it.
