Emre:
Months Ago:
“Where would we go now?” Abigail sat next to me, her eyes dry, but the stains of tears on her cheeks told a heartbreaking story.
“We lost our baby,” I uttered, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand. “I lost my mother.”
I couldn’t gather myself enough to get up and find a safe place. In a matter of hours, I had lost everything.
“But we still have her,” my wolf said, bringing her up in this moment of despair to comfort me. A ray of hope and a longing for happiness filled me as I thought about Genevieve.
“We will go find a safe place,” I said as I stood up. It was strange how the black wolves hadn’t shown up for a few hours now.
The sun had already been out for hours, the birds chirping as if the night hadn’t been a bloodbath. I knew the moment we left our sm
