Sinclair
“Where are you now?” Ella asks, her beautiful face looking up at me from my phone screen.
“We’re headed to the Storm Forest pack, but we’ve got quite a few hours on the road before we get there.” I sigh, wishing we hadn’t needed Gabriel’s planes for the refugees, so that we might have flown these long distances.
“Storm Forest.” Ella murmurs, her eyes lighting up, “Does that mean you’re going to get to see some trees at last?”
Chuckling, I turn my phone towards the window, so she can see the rolling salt flats flying by in the distance. “No, unfortunately they chose their name to honor the ancestral lands they left before coming to the hidden territories. I’m afraid that the only trees here are the ones planted in Gabriel’s gardens.”
Ella’s face falls, and her lips form an ado
