This wasn’t this first time Noah had to identify bodies and pair them to families waiting to hear about their loved ones. He had done it several times. From finding hunting parties on the tundra, to pairing soldiers that Morgan didn’t know had families to those that wanted their bodies, and now — identifying bodies that washed up from the waters of the bay or that were brought to their demise in some other fashion the morning that the meteor fell.
He was talking with a few people and helping them write down names and addresses for the fallen victims of whatever the hell this was when he heard his name. His eyebrows lifted and the hunter turned his head to see the vaguely familiar man. ”Liam,” Noah said, with some surprise, stepping towards the man and offering his hand in greeting, ”been a long time. Did Phoebe send you?”
He was talking with a few people and helping them write down names and addresses for the fallen victims of whatever the hell this was when he heard his name. His eyebrows lifted and the hunter turned his head to see the vaguely familiar man. ”Liam,” Noah said, with some surprise, stepping towards the man and offering his hand in greeting, ”been a long time. Did Phoebe send you?”
don't wait for the wolves to tear you apart; there's always a cage around your heart
