Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate
Noah felt as if the bricks in the wall of his life were slowly being taken out one by one. Every few months, or seasons, a sledgehammer would come in and wreck an entire section of the wall--the Eirachi attack, Weaver's death, his relationship with Delphine, Korbin leaving--those were the most recent sledgehammers. There was little replacing the broken and damaged bricks, though that did happen. Korbin had returned. Noah was moving up to be Halo's most valuable hunter. These, though, were just small fixes. Half-dried mortar on already cracked and shattered stone.
He needed to stop the destruction. He needed to protect himself, and he needed to protect his home. He had gone to Frey for this very thing, and he knew
Tell me more about your task from Safrin. The lynx did not look back over his shoulder at Deimos. He watched as the wolves disappeared on the horizon, the faintest of lights coming up in the distance, as his anger bubbled and churned within him. While sunrise was still far off for them, the whispers of it started early over the vast tundra.
NOAH
