Cedar Sweep Plus One

Nicolas wished for a home, a place where he would truly, truly belonged, a place like Winterhail, with friends and comrades who thought similarly yet completely differently. That had been the last place that felt like home. The brief flings he had in between Winterhail and the Court had been fun, and he'd made some interesting connections with the wolves but in the end, he always left. It was easier for both parties, he'd decided, and it was better if he found somewhere he belonged truly rather than pretend he did. So, Nico only hoped that the Court would be the one for him, but there was a sneaking suspicion inside him that told him he was wrong, or that he was going to be wrong.

They fell silent, with Nico falling into step beside Charley as the Pryor led them back to his soon-to-be home. He was glad for the silence, it always helped him think, and right now, he needed to do some thinking. So he followed the King back to his packlands, wondering what Fate had in store for him now.