Don't Know What To Say

The night seemed to deepen and thicken all around us, covering the forest and the pack house in a surprisingly heavy darkness. The only light that could be seen for miles was the moon, which hung, pregnant in the sky. Inside the pack house, tension also painted the room and casted beach shadows in the air. As the pack members gathered in various corners of the house, a plan was already taking shape.

I watched them as they made small groups with themselves, chattering as I watched them, curious enough to want to know what they were doing, but somehow not curious enough to ask.

Surprisingly to me, they had silently decided to strengthen our defenses and surprise me with their ideas on how to keep me safe. The discovery would come later.

Later that night, I realized that I was not of any help to anyone in the state of exhaustion I was in, so I climbed up the stairs and floated into my bedroom, saying a prayer for protection the seventh time.

Working tirelessly through the night, the