My ankle twinges when I land, and I roll it carefully. It doesn’t hurt so much as ache, which was my excuse to get away from the house when Mack told me he and Bennett needed to talk about something.

Luckily, he believed me when I told him a walk would help ease it. Well, at least I hope he believed me.

Mack was right that shifting seemed to deal with the last of the pain and I’m sure by tomorrow even the ache will be gone.

At the first drops of rain landing in my hair, I glance up through the trees and discover while I was distracted thinking...