I don’t know how many times my father and grandmother told me that there was nothing I could have done to save her, as I didn’t have my wolf just yet back then, but in my heart, I felt like I had failed my mother as a son. I was definitely what you would call a momma’s boy, and I had been the only one with her the night she was murdered, but unfortunately, those memories of that night remain a blur in my head.
Everything had happened so fast that I honestly don’t even truly know what happened. My father to this day blames it on rogues passing through our territory, but now with Raven being attacked, I had to wonder how true his story was. I believed it was the reason I was so hell-bound on protecting Raven from the rogues, as I felt like this was my way of redeeming myself for not being
