Chapter 66
Lenora
When Cameron said we had a big day ahead, I thought he meant… I don't know… a long walk or maybe a fancy breakfast.
I didn't think he meant this.
We're in an open-top safari truck, rumbling down a narrow dirt road with nothing but grasslands, scattered acacia trees, and a sky so impossibly wide it feels like it could swallow me whole. The air is crisp, the kind that feels like it's rinsing your lungs clean, smelling faintly of sun-baked grass, warm earth, and the occasional sharp tang of animal musk.
The morning light is golden, draping itself over the horizon in a way that makes even the dust shimmer. I already feel small out here, but not in a bad way — more like the world is reminding me just how much there is beyond the familiar trees and riverbanks of White Stone Pack.
