Almost at once, Kelan felt it. That oneness with the park. That belonging. It was almost as if Bobby were here too, his comforting hand on his shoulder.
He stopped at the playground. It was different now, much more than the sum of its parts. It was a place of magic all its own. A place of dreams.
He carried on through the snow. It was crazy, he knew, but the trees were different, too. They were taller. Larger. Somehow, they were.
He watched them closely. They stood perfectly still in the calm.
The calm—
It was too quiet.
He kept on, his eyes peeled for the Pack.