Chapter 48: Love, Strength and Hope

Emily

I was biting my nails, my anxiety coursing through me like venom from a snake. It was almost crippling; I didn’t want to move or rather, I couldn’t move from the place where Feren and I sat. We were in a hidden safe house, one that Tristan owned, and his father had built so long ago. It was large and spacious and warm, at least it was warm. But despite that, I still shivered as if I were freezing.

Feren had returned from speaking with the other women of the pack. She wrapped an arm around me and began rubbing my own arm.

“It’s alright, lass,” she said. “Tristan will come back.”

I breathed a heavy sigh.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I have a bad feeling about it. What if he doesn’t? What if he--”

“He will,” she said. “Tristan has survived worse; he will come back. Whether he’s dead or alive, that’s up to the Goddess to decide.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“You’re not making me feel any better, Feren.”

She laughed and rubbed my arm again.