Henry hesitated, his eyes cautious and assessing, before he finally moved closer, stretching his hands toward the warmth of the flames. The firelight flickered across his face, casting sharp shadows on his worn, weary features.
They sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts, until Asher broke it. “So… where’s your pack? Hunting alone?”
He noticed a flicker of discomfort across Henry’s face at the mention of a pack. Quickly, Asher added, “Look, if you don’t want to reply, don’t feel pressured.”
Henry seemed to consider this for a moment before finally replying, his voice low. “I… don’t have a pack.”
Asher raised a brow. “So, you’re a rogue?”
“Not technically,” Henry replied with a small, sardonic smile. “I’m what they call a lone bear, a nomad.”
Asher nodded, watchin
