Chapter Forty One

I had watched Henry and his horse race through the finish line, before the gravity of it all sunk in. I wanted to leave, I wanted to run as fast as my feet would carry me and I did. The crowd was behind me and so was everyone else, somehow the noise in my head stilled and dread in my bones stilled. In the emptiness of the field I had run to I had found peace. This was the farthest I have ever been. My wolf had taken me here when we ran away, it was the edge of the second farm, the one at the eastern side my the small creek that passed the meadow, The Pack house about thirty eight kilometers behind me and so was the festival. The noon day sun was right above my head the meadow’s flowers were busting with blue’s pinks and bright reds, butterflied, insects and little birds of all kinds were about. It felt perfect, “I laid down in the middle of it all, my hair a tangled mess in the grass beneath me. It’s so blue. The sky was so blue. And the air was so fresh. Maybe I should just stay here,