Chapter 30: Stupid
The rain hadn’t stopped.
Sheets of it came down in cold, stinging lashes, soaking every inch of fabric and earth until the land between the lakefront and the actual river bank had turned into a mire of sludge.
Still, the work continued.
It had to because the Blackmoon pack was densely populated. There wasn’t any other patch large enough to house all the Curzons together!
Autumn tightened a shawl around her shoulders and adjusted the rain cap on her head as she helped Dax unload another batch of blankets(hardly dry, they were getting rapidly soaked) from the cart.
Around them, tents were being set up hastily along the riverbank.They were flimsy shelters against the cold bite of the coming night. The Curzons were gathered in huddled silence beneath a patch of trees, their eyes wide with mistrust and silent desperation.
No one was speaking. Not really.
The Blackmoon warriors moved like ghosts, carrying supplies, tying ropes, lighting fires, but there was no chatter, no camaraderie, no warmth.
Even Kael, whose grin and jokes usually lit up any situation, kept his mouth shut tight. His brows furrowed low as he tied a tarp over a pole, his shoulders hunched with weight that wasn’t just rainwater.
The Curzons did not help.
Not because they did not want to, but because they did not know how. Or maybe they were too afraid to try.