Forty-eight

Nathan’s POV

“We should leave now, Albert,” I said to him after a while. The pain in my chest lingered, although it had died down a little bit a few minutes ago. However, it still throbbed and burned especially whenever I thought of the pain poor Albert must have been going through at that moment.

Although I had lost my mother when I was still little and I was just five years old, as I had told Albert. However, despite the fact that it happened a long time ago, I still hurt and feel sad whenever I think about my mom.

My mom, a sweet and caring soul, had been the rock of our little pack, back when our lack was still little and growing. She had been my dad's loving partner, a trusted friend to our pack mates, and, most importantly, a loving mom to me. The memories of those times played in my head like a sad movie, each scene etched with the pain that shaped my early years.

One bright morning, the shady shadows of another pack messed up our peaceful turf. We used to live in the heart of