Chapter 8: BOLT WOLF
Next Morning...
I opened my eyes slowly, expecting silence.
But when I looked around, I saw Sarah already wide awake, sitting at the small dining table in the kitchen. She was fully dressed—tight brown boots, dark pants, and a purple shirt tucked in neatly. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she looked like she had been waiting for hours.
"So," she said as soon as she saw me, "when are we leaving?"
Still half-asleep, I rubbed my eyes and looked at the old clock on the wall.
7:50 AM.
"9 AM," I replied, my voice groggy.
She made a face—clearly annoyed—but said nothing.
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After that, we had breakfast. Simple as always—a slice of dry bread and a cup of warm milk, slightly sour. Not the best way to start a long day, but it was all we had.
By 9 sharp, we left the house we said goodbye to Darcy. I carried the axe and rope, while Sarah walked behind me with a small bag.