112 Albatross

Malachi sat at the edge of a cliff staring ahead at the mountains. His head was filled with thoughts and his heart was uneasy. He wanted to clear his mind but that one touch of her fingertips behind his ear kept coming back to him. He didn't know how to interpret that gesture. 

Besides the gesture, his own actions and the decision in the back of his mind bothered him. His nightmares about terrorizing were back, his subconscious already putting the pieces together. 

"Malachi!" 

Turning his head he found priest Chanan approaching him. "You are liking this cliff too?" He asked. 

"I didn't know you liked this cliff," Malachi said. 

"Not me. Your breedmate." 

"You seem very interested in her." 

He chuckled. "Have you not noticed I am interested in anyone who might need help? It is my job and now your worry called to me." 

"I am not worried," he lied.