Rain
Watching as Maximus fades before me, I cannot help but feel responsible. If it weren’t for me, he would still be alive. Alive to be a father to his children, who are still so young. A shiver of guilt runs deep within me, my tears falling onto his chest.
I hear Striker say something but I’m too absorbed in my own grief to hear what it was. Peter backs away from me and shifts back into his wolf form.
Striker wastes no time to attack him, throwing him into a nearby tree. I hear Peter whine as he tries to get up, clearly he was not prepared.
“You beat on helpless little girls but you can’t take a hit?” Striker sneers at him. I can see the fear in Peter’s eyes from where I sit. They flicker over to me.
“Do not look at her. You have no right to lay your filthy eyes on
