Hazel's POV

The sound of real laughter and charts echoed in the heavy sitting room, across the kitchen. each breath taking not much to snatch into the air. And each lingers wasting no time to remind me of the heavy journey ahead. The heavy task which I had involved myself with.

And must I do it?

Of course yes! Apparently not when I have the attention of the pack members pulled on me. Not when they expectations are high and fierce like a seed in the mountain waiting to be devoured.

And if I mistakenly slack even once, there comes my end. My doom card and my pitiless last breath....