Tabitha

Travis walked me around the pack, showing me everything. Every entertainment center, the schools, the pack temple for worshipping their “moon goddess” where pack members bring harvest goods to the temple for blessings and their acolytes offer it to “Selene” their goddess. Grocery stores where the rest of the produce, meat goods, and other products that are handmade by some of the elderly, widows, and select maidens of the pack who have farms bring it in to sell.

I could not stop my mind from reeling about the cruelness that I witnessed at the packhouse. Travis did not to try and stop his mother from being hurt. What the fuck is with that? If it were me, and he tried to hurt my mother, I do not give a shit if it were my father, I would have kicked the shit out of him!

“Is everything alright?” he asked me with concern on his face.

“No, it’s not!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I cannot stop reeling about what happened after dinner back there!”

“What do you mean?”

“What in the fuck do you think I mean