“He was alone—hunting, I mean, without a pack,” said Selena. “Don’t you think that’s kind of, well, odd?”
Nick sipped his coffee and gazed out at the fields (they’d found a butane countertop range in one of the cupboards), trying not to look at the sky, which was clear and blue yet full of things he could not explain: chief among them a curtain of color which shimmered like the Aurora Borealis (even in broad daylight) and an array of glowing shapes—like vertical arrowheads—which recalled for him the prisms of a crystal chandelier.
“After what’s happened?” He laughed. “Define odd.” He shook his head. “No—not really. I mean, I don’t know. Maybe he’s what they call a ‘rogue male’—an apex predator in search of his own clan; or a clan to take over. Or maybe when this, this Flashback, as you c
