Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

The one who looked around Rowe’s age, though his face was wider, his hair darker, was a little leaner than him. I raised my brows and pointed to him. “Grar?” His lips twitched. Okay… was that a yes? I turned to the other one, who looked to be the youngest in the group, only his eyes were actually hazel coloured instead of dark brown. He seemed more eager than the others, his gaze sparkling as he waited for me to respond. “Woke?” His smile was the broadest I’ve seen from any of them, though, I noted again, no teeth. Okay, so I think I was right in assuming these were their names. The others then dispersed, too, with Woke heading to one of the baskets of roots, leaves, and berries, grabbing a handful to chew, and Grar headed back to one of the skins that the other elderly male was working on by smoothing out the hide with a sharp-looking rock. Rowe followed Woke, reaching into the basket and grabbing a handful of food, too. Instead of eating it, however, he came back to me. Without warning, he grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before shoving the food in. I gasped, coughing and choking at unexpectedly being force-fed. Alarmed, his eyes went wide as I keeled over, coughing up the strange tasting root that had lodged itself in my throat. He started panicking, yelling out at the others while grabbing my shoulders and giving me a rough shake, but that just made it worse. I could feel tears streaming down my eyes as I hacked, trying desperately to dislodge it. Next thing I ...