#Chapter 387: Footloose

Abby The air is sweet and heavy with the scent of blooming flowers as the three of us step off of the helicopter. Leah, who has only seen this place in pictures, looks around with an expression of wonder in her eyes as she takes in the sunlit scene. “Wow,” she breathes, stepping forward with a small suitcase in each hand. “This is beautiful…” “This isn’t even half of it,” I say with a smile. “Wait till you see the rest of the estate.” Despite the idyllic scenery, though, I can’t help but feel a hint of melancholy tugging at my heart. We’ve finally left behind our old life—our friends, our pack, the restaurant, the city—and have started on the next chapter of our journey. Beside me, Karl wears an equally pensive expression on his face. He doesn’t want to admit it, but this is just as bittersweet for him as it is for me. Phones and the internet exist, yes, and we’ll be able to communicate with our loved ones. But it’s just not the same. “Abby! Karl!” Reginald’