"What's your name?" I asked and his fingers twitched in mine.
"E-Elian," he answered and the guys behind watched his hand.
Even if he was injured, it was still a fact that I was holding another male's hand.
But that aside, he was so light, and it felt like a strong breeze could just blow him away. Even my basket of cubs weighed more than him.
Was that normal?
He looked at Noah, then at Fenric, and finally at Damar, who was still holding the basket of cubs.
"Elian, tell us. Where did they take your friends?"
"They... they took them to the Great Bend," Elian whispered, leaning his weight on me.
Great bend? Why do these names keep sounding funny by the day?
"The village is called Oakhaven," Elian said. "The hyenas came at dawn, out of nowhere, like they had been waiting for the right time to strike. They didn't even use their claws—they just used those rough wooden clubs to herd everyone like... like we were nothing but meat."
That sounded awful.
