Maya
These were the kinds of days I absolutely hated most.
Actually, I hated every single day of living here in Southern Pack. Everything that had happened since I returned had been nothing but terrible luck and hardship.
But it wasn’t like I had any real choice in the matter.
I had to survive somehow. I had to take care of Christopher. We desperately needed money to afford food and to pay our rent every week until we can get things sorted and go back to the northern pack.
For now, things were going reasonably well, all things considered.
I usually left Christopher at home with a neighbour and his toys. Thankfully, he had a few coloring books to keep him occupied, and there was a tiny television in our room that played cartoons throughout the day.
One of my current jobs was serving
