Jack
Rosalie was dancing around the fire with the pack. Her blonde hair swayed as the hood of the traditional cape of our pack fell to her shoulders. She was laughing and holding hands with a few of the pups as they danced around her. She was the mother of this pack, her tender heart had captured the pack in ways I couldn’t understand. Even though she had gone through many hardships before she met me, she was still able to shine through and conquer not only the demons in her head but the enemies of this world.
Rosalie keeps glancing at me as she comes around one side of the large bonfire that took up most of the yard. It took the pack all day to gather enough wood to make a fire of this size. Many men stood around in pride at the size, it was to represent a new life, new beginning and p
