When they reached the apex of a hill, Tate took in a deep breath of cool, fresh air. Although when they had started out this hike, with his foul mood stewing over what happened at breakfast, it slowly bled from his body the more they walked.
Though, he couldn’t shake all of it away, the crux of his bitterness still bunkering in the pit of his stomach. Tate couldn’t blame Jaelyn if she wanted to leave. If he were in her shoes, he’s not sure if he could hang out with people who were responsible for killing his parents either. He had yet to talk to his father about that too, but at the moment, he didn’t want to itch at that wound. Tate knew Elder Raith was decisive, precise, and the situation had to do with his mother somehow. All those elements meant his father had a damn good reason to kil
