{Trust Me} I'm NOT Okay

Philomena took a breath. She was farther today than she’d ever been from the densite… but it was important that she press forth. The female wanted to find more followers for the The Deliverance… but who would follow her? What reasons would they have? The female sighed softly. Had her father had this much trouble when creating Dragoste…? Or had he just gone for it? In fact… she was hoping that visiting the old lands their pack had called home might be what she needed to reach out to her father in Somnium again. She wanted to see him again… but Philomena wasn’t sure if that was how the world of the dead, mingling in the dreams of the living, worked. Hell… how did anything in life and death work?

But Philomena stopped cold.

Scent markers.

Scent markers around her old home.

The female whined, mixed feelings of wanting to press forward to find her father’s grave and respecting the back boundary. She swallowed hard, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She felt angry too. Angry that someone had claimed her home. This… this was Dragoste. Where she’d been born. She’d never accept these woods as anything else.

The scents were foreign at least… and didn’t seem to remind her of the Abraxas. But that made things more complicated. Philomena flicked her ears against her skull… they probably didn’t know the history of this land. Didn’t know her birthpack had been here… about her family.

Philly hesitated, looking lost as she stared across the border with tears of frustration and hurt in her eyes.

This wasn’t fair...