My past trauma

Conan

“Don’t tell me anything else but good news and don’t even think of returning to this pack until Brad has been caught. Do you all hear me?!”

They saluted with a shout as I waved them away, falling into my chair.

“Where are you hiding Brad?” I growled. “Come out and play.”

He was not going to escape my sight. I would find him and kill him off for what he had done to me. My face was a testament of his cruelty.

It reminded me everyday of my mission. Why I had gone back to the pack and why I wanted him dead, it reminded me.

Daily I had faced him with my anger rising. I had been in so many scenarios where I could have ended his life but I kept myself from doing so.

I told myself that I wasn’t going to risk the children’s safety for my selfish mission.

I even had second thoughts about killing him seeing as if I killed him off, the pack would be left without a leader. But for him to run away without taking his people with him was a selfish move.

He wasn’t a true leader and he didn’t de