drunk on the idea that love,
and only love,
can heal our brokenness
***
~DAISY~
The Daisy flower ring that rested upon her hand served as a reminder. A reminder that there was something wrong with Daisy. It had been two weeks since Daisy arrived at the new pack. Helen was in the early stages of pregnancy. Not even showing yet. When she first saw Daisy's faded mate mark, her eyes grew clouded over as she reached out for her hand, "I'm sorry for your loss."
Her loss. Because who in their sane mind would chose to leave their soul. She didn't' know. Helen didn't know the truth and Daisy couldn't bring herself to tell it as the days past. Why though.
She struggled with this new realization that she was... a coward. But the word made her wince and grit her teeth. Daisy had always been f
