~MARTHA~
I watched from my balcony as Remi and Dylan stepped out of the car walking hand in hand. The guilt that had been eating at me for the past three weeks increased in ten folds. I had been a very terrible mother and I had no excuse.
It felt like only yesterday when John and I had been walking hand in hand like the new couple, treading a pack land that we had no permission to visit. Knowing the consequence and darning it all. We had left six year old Dylan with our beta’s family as we celebrated our eight year of mating with some peace and quiet.
We were sitting on a rock, discussing our plans for the future when a man came running at us. Naturally, I was scared out of my mind and John had immediately gone on alert. The man had several injuries and blood dripped from his nose. A c
