Chapter 29

Nothing had changed during my time away from my old pack. Everything about me was different, but the large town I stood in remained the same. The large, southern houses hadn't changed, with their long porches and creaking rocking chairs. The grass surrounding the houses was clipped short, a brilliant shade of emerald under the blistering sun. Kids screamed and laughed as they ran through a sprinkler in one of the front yards, and I remembered how Alyssa and I had once done the same. Dragonflies darted around, their slender bodies whizzing past my face. I stood in front of my old house, looking up at the freshly painted porch. On a rather boring day where the grief of losing my Dad had become too strong, Mom had insisted we repaint the porch. She let me pick any color I wanted, and grinned as I picked a light shade of lavender. I wasn't sure why the newly painted porch sent a shiver of pain down my spine. Part of me expected it to remain the same, that light shade of lavender. <