Chapter 56: Trust No Man

(Beatrix)

STRONG, WEAK, young, old, rich, or poor, I believe we were all pretty much the same. We were all searching for home, for a place we could call ‘ours’. We were searching for that little warmth to get by in this harsh world. The strong ones looked for it to either keep their strength or become stronger. The weak craved for it in hopes of being strong. The young needed it to survive, the old looked for it to have something to hold on to until the day they would have to say goodbye to living.

The rich would kill for it while the poor would thrive for it. That’s what home and warmth could do to people.

The werewolves were no different. We fight for our place; we fight for warmth, for home.

Once upon a time, I found mine. I found home. I found my version of haven, my peace of mind, my strength, and the source of my joy. I was silly to think that just because we were wolves, we would be together forever. But in the end, he became the source of my sorrow, too.

When the humans killed