Chapter 8: Summer Snow

THE PHONE slipped through my trembling fingers. It fell onto the floor, but the sound of the screen cracking was nothing compared to the sound of my heart shattering for the umpteenth time.

I stood there for God knows how long, my body was convulsing. I pulled my hair and screamed, but even my own voice had failed me. It was hoarse because of what I did last night until this morning.

My knees shook until I fell down on the floor. My mind was yelling at me, telling me to keep it all together, but I couldn’t breathe. I kept hearing the sound of people rejoicing as they burned the two most important men in my life.

I remember their faces. Those were the same people who knocked on our gates, crying and begging for help in an ungodly hour because of the problems in their packs that they couldn’t seem to solve on their own. My parents were busy all the time. They were exhausted and they needed rest too, but even if we stopped them, Mom and Dad still opened their gates for their people and