Riley
The journey back to Cedar Ridge was considerably easier than the one going. We travelled on the open roads, slept in reputable inns, and even enjoyed a tankard of ale at night before we retired to an actual bed. In just eight days we were back at the gates to the Stargazer pack house.
The guard squinted at me for a moment before his eyes widened. “Young master Riley! You are back!” He rushed to open the gates and exchanged meaningful looks with the other men at the post, which I took to mean they had been informed to watch for my arrival.
As I suspected, a gangly teenager made a beeline for the pack manor while Donal, Corbin, Finn and I took the horses to the stable.
Once I would have simply dropped the reins in the hands of a stable boy and taken my leave, but this time I stayed
