Rowan's inherent worldview cracked, and the scale in his heart began to oscillate violently between leaving to find safety or staying to face these intense feelings.
"Come with me, okay? I will take you to where the tribe lives; there are many Omeginas and Omegas there." Julian reached out, his voice soft and tempting, luring Rowan to flee this risky life in the wild.
Rowan's gaze paused for a moment, looking toward the distant horizon. He did not want to integrate into a strange environment; he was not good at communicating with others, and above all, he feared the betrayal and schemes found in crowded tribes.
Raising his head to look at Owen ahead, whose naked back was bearing the cold current, the feelings that had arisen after a period of living together - the clumsy meals, the times shielding him from danger - were tearing at his nerves.
