memories we all share

She was surprised at Theory’s tears, and she pulled her sister closer, surprised to be comforting the Alpha, but enjoying being close to her, and the feeling that maybe, just a little, her presence helped. “She is” Motif agreed, but then Poem had always been the better fighter of the two of them. “Did you know Noir attacked me once? I put bugs in his bed and he found out, and he was going to hurt me, and Poem leaped in and kicked his ass.” The memory had become a fond one, another reminder of how far Poem would go to watch over her. She was glad to have both Theory and Poem in her life. What other family did she need? She tried not to think of their mother, who had passed, or Rhyme, who she had not reconnected with.

“He tried to teach me, but I was too scared to learn. The Empress’s daughter was mean to me, but the Empress stepped in when she found out. Everyone over there felt cold and distant, and I knew I didn’t belong. I hated it. When I saw Poem, when she came for me… I thought the volcano had killed everyone. I had thought you were all dead, and I was too miserable to do anything in that pack.”