Caim crested the hill first, head tilted to the heavens with an awed sound. With the moon absent, the sky shimmered, its inky fabric heavy with stars that winked like sequins. Sweet primrose and dew carried on the soft breeze.
“Haven’t seen these many stars since I left the island,” he muttered, craning his neck to look all around. The dark greys of his pelt almost made him melt into the night. Phantom on the ...
