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Chapter 8-1
Chapter 8 Daniel didn’t want to get out of bed the next morning. He was warm and toasty under the thick comforter, the heat from Griffin’s body still lingering from where he’d slept beside Daniel. He knew he had to though, so he did. After he was dressed he went to the window to check the weather. Thank God, it’s melting. There were definite bare spots on the grass outside the cabin. When he entered the main room, it was filled with sunlight—and empty of humans. Or one human to be exact. Griffin was nowhere in sight. Daniel called his name, then, when there was no answer, he grabbed his jacket and went out to backyard to see if he was in the garden or the chicken coop. “Damn, if you went off hunting, you could at least have left me a note,” he muttered. “I didn’t,” Griffin said, coming
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