78. FEELS LIKE DEATH

Doors opened and closed with footsteps echoing all through the hall. Each time I nearly died, thinking they were leaving but relaxing into the floor with their footsteps heard again. They were busy and I thought the pack would be busy in preparation but it was so quiet it was unnerving. My feet were crossed where I sat; on the floor in Brum’s office.

I read through the documents, forcing myself to read through them yet my mind was not there. It took me to the battlefield, creating its own war where the most important people in my life were fighting for all of us. It was brutal and heart wrecking to even imagine. My body went cold, my arms wrapped around each other with my body rocking back and forth.

I wanted to cry but could not find the tears with nothing but grief taking over every sense in my body as if to paralyze me. My jaw ached with it flexing now and again. My hand was raw from running it through my hair that zapped it now and again. I pulled my brain away from the war, tryin