Sirena, once more, found herself running through the woods, away from her problems. This was becoming a habit. A bad habit. She eventually slowed down as Monte panted beside her. Finally, they came across a fallen tree, where she decided to rest. Monte stared at her as she collapsed to the ground. “I know. I know,” Sirena said to Monte. “My rage is misplaced…but he had every opportunity to protect my family.” Monte only stared. “I mean…peacekeepers? What a joke! What have they been doing this entire time?” Sirena stared at the Sarloos.
Monte tilted his head to the opposite side. He had no idea what was happening but could sense his owner’s anxiety and anger. He wanted to help, so he did the only thing he knew how to do. He laid his giant head in Sirena’s lap and looked up at her with bi
