The Many Writings of K. A. Jones

It was early. Arden was woken by someone shaking his shoulder and that told him it was time for him to take over. Every Nox in their group took a turn at watching over the others, especially during the sleeping hours, because they were never safe. The hunters could find them at any point, so he shook himself away before making his way over to the entrance of the cave they shared. Pure luck had brought him to the group, who had welcomed him in a way that many groups wouldn’t have, and he was grateful to them for everything they’d done, as he’d been closer to death than he thought before he met them.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.