Adira

The days were tranquil, everyone was happy and seemed content. The pack was flourishing and the cherry on top was that; Wyatt and Azriel were talking without growls or death threats. However, my heart was still heavy, a war was coming and everyone knew, yet no one wanted to talk or think about it.

Wyatt assured me that we would win, but I knew our people would still die, our warriors who swore to defend this pack. My phone rang and I answered it: 

" Hey Monique," I smiled, getting out ...