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...