"Are you warm?" Cronus asks me with a keen softness that lingers in his voice whilst meddling with the radio switching to a different station.
"Yes," I whisper accompanied by a brusque nod. Peering out the window I study the diverse dense trees that encompass the familiar route to my childhood home. We had climbed on Deimos's jet as fast as we could last night and departed my pack lands before Phobos could pursue us, he is an exceptional hunter who values a good chase and we needed to flee as soon as possible if we wanted to evade his wrath.
My male's howl of loss still echoes in the abyss of my mind and I clench my eyes shut my body shuddering as I recall the excruciating despair he held. It was a call indeed, a hopeless plea for me to return to his awaiting arms I could feel it in my soul and every inch of my being. I do not know how many lives will be lost in his relentless pursuit for me, have I been too selfish? Was I too rash and thoughtless to leave him like this?
