-Caspian Grayson:
We moved back toward the pack house in complete silence.
It wasn't peaceful silence. It wasn't even respectful silence.
It was the kind that feels like it's pressing down on your shoulders, like the air itself has become heavier just because of what just happened. The rain didn't ease up on us at any point—it kept falling in steady, relentless sheets, soaking through already drenched clothes, clinging to hair, skin, fabric. Everything felt cold in a way that wasn't just physical anymore. It was deeper than that, like the weather had decided to match the state of everything inside us.
No one spoke.
Not a single person.
