Chapter 3

Chapter 3

On the way back my mind was racing. I couldn’t keep it quiet even if I had tried. On top of my insistent guilt over Eric’s death, I was also thinking about my Demon… We passed an old abandoned wishing well in the forest, and I couldn't help but remember the first experience I ever had with him.

I was 9 years old. I was living with my mother in a small, cozy cottage just on the edge of the Obsidian pack. It was close to where I currently live now. We weren't part of a pack back then though, it was just us. Me and her. Thinking back, it was a little strange that we didn’t live in a pack, being Wolves and all.

I never knew my father and my mother never bothered to bring him up. I figured if she never did I wouldn't either. He was a forgotten staple in our household, but I preferred it that way. My mother always used to say that we were strong and didn’t need anyone to protect us. I always believed her. Honestly, what I wouldn’t give to be able to hear her words of wisdom