Author's pov.

Back at the rogue hunter's pack, the day dawned crisp and clear as the birdsong drifted through the air. Silas stood on the balcony a bottle of beer on his head as he stared blankly at the ground.

“Hey”. Richard called as he approached him. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing much” Silas replied taking in deep breaths. “I was just about to leave”.

“It is too early to be drunk” Richard frowned staring at the beer bottle. “The elders would be so pissed if they find out what you are doing”.

“Right now, it is not them I am worried about” he scoffed taking a sip.

“I am...