Shared Struggles

On the day after Alpha Matthew and I visited Highcrown Walkers with Jamien and some warriors who would help Mark organize the messy pack, I wandered around the buildings near Volvo High School, where I used to attend. There were many terrible memories there, although Mark had made it clear that anyone who bullied the late bloomer wolves would be sent to a special silver juvenile detention center.

“Are you reminiscing?” a voice startled me.

Alpha Matthew smiled as I turned and nodded. He approached me with his broad strides.

“Sometimes I like places like this, mate,” he murmured, touching a hand-drawn painting of a tree by Volvo High School students.

“What do you mean?” I asked again.

“Places like this give me a warm feeling that can’t be put into words. A place to have fun with peers, do crazy things, and so on.”

I nodded in understanding. “I also sometimes miss that kind of atmosphere. But wha