Their soul-wrenching howls were echoing throughout the pack while Kelvin and I drove to Martha's shop in his car.
We were silent for the most part, except for Kelvin's feeble attempt to make me talk.
"Do you like any songs?" He asked, I shook my head silently.
"You don't like songs?" I shook my head.
'I like though, ask him if he can play 'No time to die',' I rolled my eyes at her, we had just given a lengthy speech about how leaving them wouldn't affect us and here she is, wanting a depressing song to fuel her pain.
'Hey! Songs are not depressing!" She argued, and I sighed.
'I'll let you listen in mom's phone when she returns," I said, she huffed, singing the lyrics herself, but it was really bad to hear it in her wolf voice.
"How are you feeling? I know it's hard to be in a fight
