*Through Oliver's Eyes*
It was a week of hell. Every morning and night I called my parents and half asked, half begged if I needed to return home. But they responded the same each time: “there’s nothing you can do here.”
I understood that my current station at Cold Moon was good for business and pack relations right now, Mom had spread people and fighters to each allied pack. She didn’t specifically spell it out, but I knew after the shooting she wanted to spread out her reach and eyes across the country.
But they hadn’t been on the phone with Emily when the shooting started. They didn’t hear her scream. They hadn’t spent the most dreadful two hours of their lives calling her over and over, not knowing what was happening. Nobody with answers had responded to my calls or tex
