Rose-
I don’t know what came over me. Something about seeing the three young she-wolves scared and needing help tugged at my heart. When I saw them come out of the cave, I nearly broke down in tears. I wanted to run to them, embrace them, and wash away all of their fears. I wanted to assure them that they were safe now and no one would ever try to hurt them or their father ever again. The fact that there are packs out there still like this, has me enraged. I am fuming that our kind could be this cruel. This was something I expected of humans, but never werewolves, at least, not anymore. A pack is supposed to be your second family. They are supposed to protect you and help you grow. You are not supposed to be afraid of your own pack. As soon as we got back home, I bolted for my
