They both nod their heads and turn in the opposite direction; no doubt heading to the games room. I walk outside, breathing in the afternoon air. I head to the path leading to the lake and to my cabin. I enter my cabin and walk to my office, admiring the shelves of Patrick’s journals he left behind for me. As I grab a journal, I can’t help but feel incredibly thankful for Patrick for leaving behind his experience in the pack, knowing that I would need it. Even at times, if it is just for comfort.
As I go through journal after journal, I lose track of time. Turning the page of another journal, I finally come across an entry regarding his encounter with a witch. The date is too faded to tell when this was written but I begin to read…
Another visit by my witch friend; yes, I, Alpha Patrick,
