Ryder
They were up, right as the first rays of light touched the horizon, and though where the waystation was, still sat in the coldness of the dawn, with no sunlight yet upon it. They’d discussed it last night and would take the portal trip to the pack, though they would wait until the sun came up over the mountains and touched the land where they were.
They were trying to be considerate of Waylon and his reactions to the cold. He was the only one not to get out of bed at this hour as well. She’d shoved him back into that sleeping bag and zipped it all the way up and told him to stay there. It was too cold outside for him.
He’d shifted inside that sleeping bag they shared and looked as if he was going to ignore her words and she’d pointed right at him. “Stay there or go back to your Ki
