Pick Yourself Up

It's a cold but yet beautiful winter morning. The view out of my window presents a picturesque outlook of an evergreen mountain, heavy footprints could be seen on the snowflakes that have been falling over the last couple of days. The wailing of the siren coming from an ambulance reminded me that our pack was constantly attending to the needs of the weak and feeble. Every pack brought their sickened loved ones to us. It had only been three additional months since the witchpire killed one of us. My mother and sister still stayed here with us and Dorcas, having performed her duty to us, left. We had gone to war, and killed the vampires, all of them and now we lived joyfully.

The Storm Growler's pack was a wonderful place to live in; the gentlemen were dressed in thick coats and I could see Lance and Grey talking animatedly. They both had snowflakes on their hair. Lance glanced at me and he smiled. Oh, I could feel the baby kicking in my stomach! Twins. The ladies were dressed in sweat