I like to be left alone.
But when people don't notice I'm absent,
It hurts.
And I know it's my own fault.
For becoming invisible.
For isolating myself.
But just once I want someone to notice.
To truly notice and care.
G. P.
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In some ways, pack life is simple. It's easy. Follow the orders, do your job correctly, and you'll be rewarded.
I've been training for two weeks now. Two weeks and I have yet to visit the pack and see the surroundings. Lilah's words remind me that the Alba Rosa pack is large. Very large. I can't possibly walk and explore it. I know the pack house is in the heart of it all, but miles upon miles of land still stand between me and the border. Still this is my weekend. The day I'm not training. And I've worked up the courage in my mind to go outside
