Late November was never gracious when it comes to weather in the Crescent Moon Pack. Today was no different. Rain was pouring from the sky making it difficult to see further than three steps ahead. It's understandable, the Goddess must be crying over her favorite daughter.
The Goddess, pff! What a laugh!
I stopped believing she's even out there. And if she is, she's nothing but evil and spiteful, treating all of us just like the pawns in her hands, she plays with for amusement. Disgusting!
Everything I was able to see today was a sea of black. Just like my own heart and thoughts lately. Black suits, black, dresses, black umbrellas. Everything was dark. And will remain that way, because my light is no longer here.
It is customary for Alpha to deliver a speech about the deceased, but
