I know what it was. it was a feeling I have become accustomed to. When I think I’ve gotten the hang of it, it comes crashing down on me like bucket of ice, chilling through my veins with numbing pain. the combination of dread and nervousness. It weighs heavily on my chest causing raggedy breath through my nose. This time, I watched without averting my gaze. I couldn’t change what had happened neither can I bring my parents back but I know the truth now. And in the future, I’ll make my own choices, take control of my life.
My soul watched with intent, so much hatred emitting from me. all my father wanted to do was protect his family and watch his daughter grow. He didn’t deserve to be killed merciless. I watched my mother’s eyes glow amber. Her wolf tugging at mine, begging to be let in.
