Amaia pov
It’s been three days in here. In the pack. I didn’t go out though, as the alpha had said I wasn’t allowed to go out yet until he had talked to the other members about us staying in the pack. When I met, I meant father too. I was so happy he was alive, I had blamed myself so much for his death and now I can’t be more than happy he was alive. He kept on nagging me each time he comes to my room. That I’ve gone weak, that’s was not all wrong. Ever since I met the Alpha, I didn’t know what happened to me, I felt guilty each time I kills an innocent wolf. I didn’t want it but I couldn’t stop it either.
I was standing by the window late evening, looking out through it, the warriors' wolves were outside walking around the pack. I stare at them, Joking and laughing among themselves. I
