Proud Of You

Aaron Pov's

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I went near my warriors who lost their lives. Tears brimmed in my eyes, recognising them. They were old and used to stay by my dad's side. Aana was right, I would regret it if I didn't come here.

"Let's give them a proper funeral," Patrick said, keeping his hand on my shoulder. I nod my head and apologise to the warriors who lost their lives, for not being able to protect them.

I came back after the funeral, only to get welcomed by every pack member with a big smile on their face. I sighed realising that I again increased their expectations which is the last thing I wanted.

"Aaron" I heard my mate's voice which always calmed my anxious heart. She came running towards me and checked me from top to toe for any injury I had.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood and I'm absolutely fine" She nodded her head.

"I'm proud of you," she said with a big smile which is enough to make everything worth it. I was about to touch her cheek but stopped when I saw blood in my hand.

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