The wait is awful, this has to be worse than waiting on the trackers. Dad is out in the front yard pacing back and forth, in long strides. At least, I am glued to the spot watching the ground and air above the tree tops.

Storm is the same thoughts of not wanting to stop watching, because we don't want to miss when our mate comes back.

Dinner has long since been served and cleaned, but I wouldn't go in and neither would Dad.

Before long I see everyone run from the forest, but I don't see Fredrick yet. Storm for the first time begins to panic and it just...