The Meek (Unbound Trilogy Book 1) by J.D. Palmer

Author:J.D. Palmer [Palmer, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-08T18:30:00+00:00

I enter the dining hall and there is a lull in the noise. Heads turn to me and then to Theo. He is sitting at the edge of a bench, slightly removed from the rest of the men. A pariah in his own kingdom. He doesn’t look up or make any indication that he is aware of my presence. His swollen lips make an O shape as they blow on soup.

The dull roar of many conversations slowly comes back and Wing comes over and grabs me, a plate of food for me in his hand. We sit down and before I can take a bite he is already showing the tattoo he got on his forearm. A snarling wolf stands tall in the foreground, blood dripping from its teeth, surrounded by hazy figures of men with spears. “Do you like it?”

I shrug and he seems disappointed. “Why did you get it?”

His turn to shrug. “I don’t know. After yesterday I wanted a reminder.”

I don’t understand what he is talking about but I nod along and give him a smile. Steven and John come over to join us. They bring a few other men, mostly younger, the ones who see an alpha dethroned and are eager to make their faces known to the new king. I want nothing to do with them. They take my silence as the brooding of a man with more important things on his mind. On that they’re right.

Don issues out tasks for the next day. Wing volunteers for “shit pit” duty, a large smile and speaking in his usual buoyant manner. Don gives him a sour look. I must distance myself from him. Wing will be the one to pay when they find us gone. I cannot ask him to come with us, knowing he would in a heartbeat. He is safer here.

I eat quickly and put together a plate of food for Beryl. Wing wants to come with me and I have to snap at him before he gets the point. I thank him for volunteering to dig the next day and he skips off, happy again. I sigh inwardly as I watch him join a new table. He knows his place with his group and he is happy. He is young, and somehow he has cast aside the burden of witnessing so much death. If anyone makes it in this new world with mind and soul intact it will be someone like him.

Ben punches in the code while I stand with my back to the door. Chris lounges in a chair down the hall, one hand rubbing around a scabbed and bruised chin. He eyes the steaming plates of food in my hands.

“Didn’t bring any for us? Jesus.”

The door opens and Beryl greets me with a smile as I hustle inside, kicking the door shut behind me. A tapping and a click as they lock it behind me.

Beryl sticks her tongue out at the food I brought. She has taken her braid out and lets her hair hang long and loose.

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