58. Black Orion Pack

You are my good beginnings and happy endings.

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(Amelia)

After Cilia left, Amelia sat on the window sill, staring through the windows along the long stretch of lands. It was beautiful and heartbreaking. Everything in her pack looked exactly the same, but she could also remember the day it wasn't beautiful. When her whole pack was spashed with the dark red of blood. If she closed her eyes, she could see broken bodies littering the land. She could hear the ripping sound of the screams reaching the sky.

She didn't have to think too much. The image of the bloodshed was still carved in her head. She couldn't forget it no matter what. It was engraved in her head.

'Freya," Amelia called to her wolf. She and her wolf hadn't been talking like they used to. Amelia felt a distance between them. They had always been so close with each other, and now she wasn't sure how to appease Freya. She understood Freya's anger, but she couldn't do anything about that.

'Yes, Amelia?'

'Please, don