Ilayda

“Baby you know why we couldn’t fight it?” My mom pleads. Pulling her into a hug, “ I understand momma, I don’t hold anything against you. This pack has done so much for me I could never betray them like that.” I curl up in my dad’s lap, letting him hold me. The three of us made a mess on his old recliner. Tears threaten to fall but I hold them in. I must be strong.

“Momma,” her red rimmed eyes look up at me, “Why don’t you and Dad get the boys from Mema and Papa? I’m gonna go talk to Cyn and Kane” My voice cracks but I’m still able to hold back the tears.

“That’s a good idea Sugar,” my dad says, the fresh air will help them. “Come on Honey.” My dad helps mom stand up and they get ready to head out the door. Looking at the stairs I brace myself for the shit storm I’m about to walk into. I know my time is limited so I square my shoulders and head up the stairs.

I open the door to see Cyn crumpled on my bed, Kane is staring out the window, his knuckles are white as they grip the windo