Page 11 of Chaos has a Name
His spirit had already appeased their ruler, and now, everything would be as it should be.
Peaceful.
Orderly.
Calm.
Thanks to Thomas Adsila, no one would suffer the wrath of the Wendigo for another rotation around the sun.
And for that,The Hollowwas grateful.
It was time to sleep and to be at peace with the reservation.
It was blessed.
It was purified.
It was watched over.
There would be nothing to worry about, and eventually, the neatly folded clothing would disappear, an animal carrying it away, or their master taking it as a token of that Summer Solstice.
Either way, the bottom line was this.
The Hollowhad satiated the Wedigo and the ancestors who hunted on the reservation for one more year.
Now,The Hollowcould enjoy their slumber.
The job was done.
Again,The Hollowwas grateful.
It was time to go back into hiding until they were needed again.
In a year.
When the next offering would be made.
Chapter One
Reservation Police
Office
Wednesday Early
Truth be told, normally, her life was pretty quiet when it came to work in on the rez. As Chief of Reservation Police, Rayna Running Wolf didn’t really have a difficult job most days.
Really, what it came down to was that she was a glorified babysitter who had to keep a bunch of children in check, or they’d end up hurting themselves.
Who were the children?
First off, her deputies.
They were armed, and for the most part knew not to point a gun at their own bodies.
Mostly.
Honestly, if she got the call that one of them had a self-inflicted-gunshot wound, she wouldn’t be shocked at all.
