021 | HEARTLESS

I frowned down at the letter I’d written. My parents needed to know everything I did – from the fake attack by Bloodpelt Prowler, to the Warrior Wolf we’d found dead, to the conversation Ares had had while I’d been half unconscious. I’d worried over it being read by someone from Winterpaw – they didn’t trust me any more than I trusted them, after all – but the information was too important. I had to take that risk.

With one final glance at it and an emphatic sigh, I sealed it with wax and took it to be posted. Winterpaw used carrier pigeons to deliver their post for the most part, and dedicated scouts carried packages and any urgent letters. I didn’t trust the pigeon so, as I tied my letter to its leg, so I gave it a sharp glare. 

I leant against the freezing stone wall, watching the bird disappear into the endless white sky. It seemed like it would be impossible for it to be intercepted now, but I kept my gaze