CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
ALEX DAVALO
To love or not to?
My mother had sent for me that evening. I was a bit scared. I thought she had summoned me to make her death wish. Her sickness was already at the point where whatever hope we were holding on to was already falling off… I knew that kind of illness wouldn't just fade away; it was going to eat her up until there was nothing left of her. It whispered the truth in every tearful moment. I felt the weight of the coming conversation pressing in on me as the cool evening air pried at the door of our home. As I stepped inside, I could feel a sense of dread creeping up my spine.
As I approached her chamber, I took a deep breath, letting the familiar scents of our pack fill my lungs. The old wood, the smell of cedar and earth, all mixed with burnt
