Chapter 2POV of Bella The first time I ever experienced this kind of guilt was when my now-deceased father repeatedly reminded me that I was to blame for my mother's passing. All of the pack members made an effort to tease me about how my father's death was my fault after she died giving birth to me.It has been weeks since Alpha Titan's neck was severed, killing him, and weeks since I was forced to grieve outside on the public grounds. It has also been weeks since I beat myself up and grew distant from everyone, including Amara and Hera.Hera was also in a lamentable mood. She had resented him for putting us through so much, but he was still our father, and she was saddened by his passing.Amara had no idea what was happening and didn't care that her grandfather had passed away. She just knew that she had a deceased grandma; he had been an absolute stranger to her and hardly even remembered her name.After throwing away the delectable pancakes I had made, th

For a very long time, we walked, and the darkness just became darker. Unexpectedly, these wolves appeared as though they had not even endured a particularly taxing voyage. We never stopped to rest. Hera made an effort to follow them. She was losing strength and had scratches on her paws from stepping on thorns while attempting to catch up with them. She howled in agony when she walked into another thorn. "Move, mutt!" With a roar, the same white she-wolf turned to face us and said, "Move!" Cora complained about her scolding. She was struggling and was standing next to us. If you don't quiet that puppy, I'll give her something to complain about. Cora yelled as a result of her barking at us. I sensed that we were getting close to the pack house as we proceeded on our trek and soon arrived at a field with neatly groomed grass. As we entered the field and moved through it, I soon came into view of a sizable castle-like house. The house grew larger as we drew nearer, and I could make