The night before the Pack Trials I run the patrol trail alone.This is not a decision I made. It is just what happens. Bren offers to come and I tell him no, not tonight, and he understands because he has been learning to read me the same way I have been learning to read him, one morning at a time, from the current moment forward. Mira texts at nine to say she is at the courtyard if I want company and I text back: tomorrow. She sends back one word: yes.I go out through the side door and across the compound in the dark and through the east gate and onto the trail, and Raya is with me from the first footfall the way she has been with me from the beginning, not behind me or ahead of me but beside me, present and certain and entirely mine.I run four miles. Not the long circuit. The familiar one. The one I know by the sound of the gravel under each specific section of the path, by the smell of the eastern boundary as it comes close on the right side, by the notch in the outer tree at the
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