Never too late
This was why they were together in one car, an occurrence so rare, because werewolves hardly use vehicles, preferring to run on their feet rather than on four wheels.
It didn’t take my dad to not notice something on the road and swerve hard. They told me the car flipped a couple of times, and skidded another few meters before it came to a stop. They told me everyone immediately died of impact. They promised me that they didn’t feel a thing, that it would have been instantaneous, in the snap of a second.
All their consolations didn’t stop me from blaming myself, didn’t stop me from realizing there was nothing to hold onto in this pack. Everywhere I looked, there were either memories of my fam
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