Chapter 47: Deep end
Chapter 47
Cameron
It starts off like any other day.
Eamon is teaching me the intricacies of scent tracking and territory boundaries. Lenora is watching from a fallen log, legs crossed, biting into a green apple she stole from the kitchen. Her smile tugs at the corner of her mouth every time I stumble or ask something stupid. It’s quiet, peaceful—even a little warm.
Then I feel it.
A shift.
The birds stop chirping.
The wind dies down.
And both Eamon and Lenora snap to attention so fast it’s almost inhuman. Their bodies go rigid, senses razor-sharp, eyes locked on the tree line like they’ve just spotted a ghost. I’ve never seen them like this. Not even when I turned for the first time.
Out from between the trees, a man steps forward. Black pants. Black button-down. Tall. Broad-shouldered. And eerily familiar.
He looks like Eamon. Like someone shaved a decade off and twisted the warmth into steel.
Eamon is already stepping in front of me, his hand subtly motioning me to stay back. Lenora shifts instantly to my side and grabs my hand. Her fingers tighten like a vice, and I know—without her saying a word—that this isn’t someone I want to mess with.