Remembering My Loved Ones

When Adriana left, I decided to go out of the house. I was feeling a pang of pain in my chest remembering the people I lost, I needed some air. I walked to the forest, and when I went inside, I saw a big rock. I smiled and sat there.

"Killian," I whispered.

Back in our pack territory, we used to talk on the rocky part, just a few meters outside our house. We are close in that we share secrets and gossips. My brother is said to be one of the weakest male wolves in our pack. He did not have many friends; that's why he was close to me.

Our life has constantly been ridiculed because we are deemed different from others. Male wolves must be strong and not easily scared, but my brother was the opposite. The day we went running, and he was fighting the other pack members, I was proud. It was the first time Killian had proved to the others that he was not a loser. He can be strong, too.

I got teary-eyed remembering my loving brother risking his life for me.