Two days later,

I sat by the bed side where he was laid. This time around Elder Blake's condition had worsened so seriously. He was so pale and his extremities kept getting colder everyday. I had cried my eyes out. I know I should be strong enough for my pack. The Luna shouldn't be seeing getting weak or crying buy I just couldn't help it.

The person I looked up to as my father was dying. Even though he still had a child in America, he is my father too. I had placed a call across to Damien. I had told him to leave whatever he was going there to...