***Ivy***
I could hear their voices, but I couldn't tell you what they were saying. My mind went blank when Butch started to look through the pictures. I could hear him sifting through them; I didn't look at them. I saw the top of me in the garden. Then I smelt the blood, I knew who it belonged to, I couldn't stand there, the box felt like hot iron on my hands, I needed to get out of there, the walls felt as if they were closing in on me.
All I wanted was Butch, even my wolf was calling for him, needing him. With the desire to get to him out weighted what i was holding and fear filled me I dropped the box like a hot potatoes and fled the room in search of him i let my wolf lead me she took me straight to the back of the house and straight to him once i felt his arms around me i didnt wa
