Echo.

After the unsuccessful and yet demeaning conversation with my father, I needed to go back to Ceasar so I stepped quietly through the dense underbrush to get to the path that would lead me to the lycans’ kingdom, the leaves rustling beneath my feet and then I suddenly started to feel like someone was following me, my instincts were never wrong after all.

I looked around the bush but saw nothing, only the tall tress and the harsh grasses, my heart raced, a combination of fear and carefulness coursing through me. I kept walking, taking small steps, looking over my shoulder every few seconds, even though I knew I...