Rachelle Mills

“They are a great migration of fish that have come to spawn on the shore.” That is how Sunshyne described the approaching armies when I asked her how many there were. “Too many to be counted,” she said. They are drawing towards the battle line. Closer. Closer. Closer. “We have Finian,” Elska reminds them. Always, she reminds them who we have and who they do not. “Our Alpha stands in front of the pack, not being protected behind warriors.” She laughs, and Sunshyne starts to laugh so...

I have always been prepared for the deep dive. I never prepared for it to be on land.

“You brought a lot of stuff, Kimmie.” “Hazie, I see you brought yourself, per usual.” “I brought the drinks.” “Per usual.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I mean, if drinks are to be brought, you’d be the one to bring them.”