62. Sorry

Storm's pov

I started running back, recognizing the different cities, forests and mountains I saw on the way over here. There were dead people in a lot of places, that had not been collected by their packs yet. This war was fucking brutal.

Then at night, when the moon was high in the sky, I was mind-linked again.

I almost replied, but I was distracted when a small wolf whimpered towards me. It looked badly hurt, and I heard other wolves fighting nearby.

And the fucked up thing was, that I had no fucking desire to join the fight. I had always seen these people as my enemy. The Iron Alpha was a brutal killer and his pack needed to die. And now, I knew those people and I couldn’t kill their fucking soldiers.

So, like a damn coward, I ran away from the fight.

I knew it wouldn’t take me weeks to get home. Aaro took a long fucking way to get home. She got caught too, but it wasn’t just that. She had no sense of direction, and she had run in circles to avoid me sometimes. It would proba