Episode 80

I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the picture.

Not sure of what I was feeling.

Not knowing how to feel.

I was in some sort of haze. I wasn't fully aware of myself at the moment.

I feel it's easier to deal with loss when you don't know what it is that you have lost.

This, this just makes it all so real.

It makes the loss real.

I know it isn't much but just looking at the picture, of a happy family, it was... a bit distressing.

That was me.

Little clueless me.

In the arms of someone I can't even remember. My father.

My father. Alpha Gordon.

He was an Alpha, running an entire pack.

And now it's all burned to the ground. Turned to dust.

They've both turned to dust.

I couldn't help wondering, had that dreadful night never occurred, would we all still be living happily in the golden moon pack?

With my parents, my family and no knowledge of who the Clarks are?

My father at the helm, running things, me following in his footsteps, my mother at my side, just being there for me.

She would