We are a family, and we should stick together, especially during difficult instances.
“This is an order, Laura!” Dad raised his voice, implying that he was asserting his authority as a father.
When I looked at Mom, she smiled and nodded, as if she was telling me to prioritize the boy in front of me over their own lives.
“Go. The future is in your hands,” she mouthed. “We both know what will happen if he dies.”
I shed a tear before conditioning my mind to do what I needed to do. I’ve spent a few minutes making a final decision. In the end, I took the boy into my arms. The blood continued to drip from his head. He had been stabbed near his heart, but I could still feel his pulse.
When I arrived at the pack house, everyone was in disarray. They scurried over to us and carried the injured
