I
scanned the minuscule amount of nearly broken toys in my carrying bag. Would
they be enough to handle The Monster? After inhaling sharply, I shivered. They smell like Mom.
Sweet,
blackened mackerel danced through
the air, and the delicious scent
nearly overwhelmed me. I heard Ren smacking his lips. He had clearly finished
preparing their supplies and decided to start eating without me.
Trying
to remain calm, I padded over to the kitchen table and bounded atop it.
"You weren't going to tell me?"
Without
looking up, Ren said, "I figured your nose would," through rushed
bites. "I have prepared enough fish for us to slay a giant."
I
swallowed. My throat was dry. I hope it's
enough ... .
After
finishing, Ren looked up. He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. "Did
you swallow a bone?"
"No
... why?"
"That
look on your face."
I
tried to master my features. "I'm fine ... just worried about Mom." And The Monster.
Ren
nuzzled his face against mine. "Everything will be okay ... I
promise."
Even
though I didn't trust Ren, it was good to have him along. I devoured the rest
of my mackerel and grabbed my
packs. With one final look around the house, I set off on my first adventure
since leaving The Pack.
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