Unlike other days, it took almost an hour more to get the children to fall asleep, a consequence of having been torn from the only place that they had considered their home. Even when the Rage pack failed to love my children, they loved it dedicatedly, which was why they were hurting.
Upon arriving in our new bedroom and ensuring not a single soul was awake to overhear us, we discussed the matter at hand with as much frustration as two individuals tormented by the uncertainty of their future are expected to.
“You shouldn’t have made the decision to leave the pack’s house,” exclaimed a dissatisfied Tobias with crossed arms and head shaking from side to side.
Shrugging my shoulders, I asked him, “What other choice did I have? What would you’ve done if they all would’ve come marching to
