When Leon woke up, he cannot tell if it was morning or nighttime, dusk or dawn. It was always like that in Northern Siberia, especially in the winter season.
This location was in the arctic parts, and the winter had made it even colder. They really lucked out in finding this mine, or else they would have already become human popsicles.
Leon gently shook Wolfe awake.
When he did, his gray eyes were wide and for a moment Leon thought he was looking at a winter wolf instead of a person.
It glowed in such a dangerous yet entrancing way. The dull color of his vibrant eyes.
Leon was immediately hit with how long they have been apart. Seeing those eyes up close felt so foreign. It felt like he was seeing those eyes all over again.
And that may really be the case.
They must have been reborn, and had met each other again for the third time now.