Lost Creek Hollow Covered in Foxglove

Atreus nodded in acknowledgement. He knew he ought to be groveling to these wolves for not just rescuing him but housing and medicating him too. He literally owed them his life. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to keep living it, so it made it difficult for him to feel gratitude.

I kind of wish you hadn’t, he spoke the truth, but I guess I’m glad you did, if only for my sister’s sake. Do you know if Ash Paw sent a messenger to her yet? Her name’s Amalia.

He felt like a heel for pushing this on top of everything else. But he genuinely hated the idea of Amalia worrying about him. And he would’ve been happy to give himself over to oblivion, if not for her. He couldn’t do that to her, not knowing how devastated he’d be if the roles were reversed.