A Toast

Gael

The moment I reached Iron-Mane Pack, I knew I did not want to be here. My chest felt tight. The farther I was from Clara, the worse it became. I missed her scent already. I missed the soft sound of her laugh, the way the twins lit up whenever I walked into a room. Without them, I felt empty.

My Lycan pushed at me from inside, restless and angry, telling me to go back, to keep her where my eye