Chapter 27

We each turned and eyed Owen walking towards us with a fragile bag at his side. He beamed hectically when we met his aspect , opening his arms out wide. Lily ran to him first, closely impinging him flat on his reverse with the manpower of her clinch. Owen appeared insanely nonidentical. The last time I eyed him he was a shaking fifteen time old. Now he was a completely grown man. Broad and strong, Owen was still a lady- killer with foamy eyes and cropped brown hair. His smile was a little crooked now, turned on its side by a delicate life. Gabe, Simon and Stiles took their time chatting Owen. Simon screamed when Owen didn'tfete him, Gabe tried to draw the same trick on Owen. Stiles was ever the grandees, inquiring about Owen's internal and physical health. I pushed myself forth, blinking down the mind of Owen silhouetted coming to a burning chalet, on the ground hurling up the capsules he'd swallowed, drilled up in an abandoned structure. This was the boy who had propelled his bases