(Kyle)
I could tell my mate loved my pack, everything that I showed her, but I could also tell she was still hurting and I understand how it is to loose your parents. I watched as she looked at her phone as it rang for the twentieth time. She slid the answer button then put it on speaker.
“Hello tia (auntie) Lisa” my mate said.
“Hola mi amor. Como estas?” (Hi my love. How are you?) her aunt asked. I watched my mate swallow hard.
“No estoy bien tía. Te tengo malas noticias” (I’m not good Auntie. I have bad news) my mate said her voice breaking.
“Que paso?” (What happened?) her aunt asked. I could hear the worry in her voice. My mate took in a shaky breath.
“Tia… alguien mato a mami y a papi” (Auntie, someone killed mom and dad) my mate sobbed. Everything was quiet on the other si
