The morning sun battled the dense layer of clouds to provide the pack's area with a dull, gray light. An uncomfortable silence that hung thick in the air replaced the usual buzzing conversation and busy activity. Every inch seemed to be trenched with conflict, encircling me like a stifling blanket.
Sitting by the worn-out cabin's wooden steps, I sat by myself with hands around a steaming mug of tea long gone cold. The warmth did not help much to drive away the cold settling deep within my bones. On an endless loop, my mind went back over the events of the last few days, the anarchy, the anxiety, the damage I had done. Guilt bit me, with every memory a sharp pain cutting right through my heart.
The pack members faces flashed before me; every glance they made directed fear and doubt. Whisp
