I Agree

Silver:

I never imagined that writing a letter to assure my family I was alive and well would be this difficult. There was a pile of scrunched-up papers on the floor next to me, papers I had written and destroyed because of how unnatural and faulty they all sounded. I had tried to leave hints of where I was in the first one but had only ended up confusing myself. Even if my family was able to decode that I was talking about werewolves, how would they be able to convince the rest of the clan to come to save me? And even if they did, their arrival here would only begin another war that would last for ages.

The subsequent letters I wrote and tossed away didn’t go well either. Some of them did not sound like me at all and the rest sounded so mechanical, that my family would be scared I was in greater danger than I was and was only being forced to write to them.

Now down to my tenth piece of paper, I didn’t know what else to write. I pictured my mother reading the letter and breaking dow