Rose
We are on a private jet and flying to Tennessee. During the flight I spend time explaining to my mates how Jolene came into my life in my past just like she did in this life. I carefully mention every small detail of what occurred. How I was killed in front of the pack and how Ian helped me too. Those events are remembered as though they happened yesterday. That wound is fresh, every day it heals it gets peeled right open.
I wonder if I will ever let go of this anger I carry in my heart.
They ask questions and Joey answers some.
“I saw how Aunt Jolene died after mum died. Her mate betrayed her, he never loved her and when she had accomplished everything he wanted her to she got stabbed in the back.”
“That’s a sad way to die and did the rogue die too in your visions?” I ask.
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