The pack house was quiet as Zique walked into it. The night had gotten darker and the breeze had somehow gotten colder, so cold that even his heart was trembling...

Or perhaps the quiver in his heart wasn’t caused by the cold wind, but by the regret that was engraved within him. Her face had looked so sad and the tears that ran down her cheeks were what buried him in anxiety.

Lamentation was killing him slowly, he felt like he was ice placed under the hot sun, melting so slow and yet so fast. H