When we crossed to the Red Moon Pack territory, I felt like I was once again eleven, running around with Gini and Kite trying to bust Valkyrie, Vigo and Osprey at their shenanigans. Life was so carefree then. So peacefully. I miss those summer vacations when us, a bunch of kids were going from Pack to Pack.
Now driving to the Pack House I know so well it feels differently. Heavier. We are no kids anymore. And I can't help but wonder if the next generation would have the opportunity to live in peace. Something I never thought really mattered, but it's usually like that, you start caring when something is taken away from you or like in this case threatened.
"Tell me again, Cargarough, why did you come with us?" - Kite asked, and I haven't missed a jab in her tone.
"Your brother invited
