When I died that day, cries of anguish filled the den followed by loud growls.
Mom, Dad, my brother, and sister all cried bitterly. It suddenly dawned on them that they had killed me. .they had not helped me out of the fire. They had not treated me when I got burnt, they ha don't fed me while sick.
Mom kept holding me tightly in her arms, shaking her head and saying, “I don’t believe it. Her body still feels warm. I just don’t believe it!”
But no matter how much she muttered, I did not open my eyes again. Holding my thin body, her wold howled in anguish.
All that had happened since the fire crossed her mind. How did they let this happen?
Dad paced for a while, the. Opened a box of cigarettes and took one drag and then the next till he almost finished an entire pack in one sitting. No matter how much the smoke burnt hi longs, it did not numb the pain that tore through his wolf
He was the protector. It was his job to protect his family. Yet what was the result? The guilt borrowed t
