One mile. Two miles. Ten miles.
Charlie lapped the course she and Julien ran each morning at speed. It was her second run of the day but lately, she ran as much as she could, whenever she could.
It had been 5 months since her ceremony and the attack from the hunters. The attack left 38 pack members dead, 45 wounded, and 6 pups orphaned.
Every time she saw their faces, she felt their pain. Even as the pups played with Jax and their classmates, Charlie could feel the little stitches of pain in their tiny hearts. She could see past the smiles and laughter, see the sadness in their eyes.
It was a sadness Charlie knew all too well.
It was eating her alive. The constant gnawing of fear and pain from her pack. So fast the joy of her new life had been taken from her. Taken from her new fa
