Finding my voice again
05-18-2018, 05:29 PM
She had taken all of this for granted. That was all she could think as she walked through the mangroves. All of these memories from her childhood kept flashing through her mind as she carefully walked through the trees, stepping over the roots and streams that she crossed. It had been a long time since she had been here, but a desire to reconnect with what little of her family was still around drove her here. She couldn't hide in the range with her children forever. She didn't try to keep them there and sometimes Philomena at least would wander, but Ulric had been by her side as much as possible. It wasn't fair to them and, if she was being honest with herself, it wasn't fair to herself. She knew her father was here somewhere with Carletta. She hadn't seen him in a few months at least, but he had made it fairly clear that this is where he would stay here unless there was some reason to move. She had a hope that they would find a pack that she liked to join, but she had been so weighed down with her own grief that she hadn't even tried. Maybe it was just a lack of knowing where else to go, but something told her to start here. Where had all of her family gone? Heather? Lionel? She honestly had no clue. She knew that she had hidden herself away after Ganta was killed, but at the same time... no one had come looking for her. Roza tried her best to not let bitterness settle on her heart over that, but it was hard. After her mate was killed and her pack taken away she didn't know who or where to turn to. |
