Silvertip Mountain History Is Written By The Victor

I am so choked up about Paris. So many people who were enjoying anniversaries, holidays, honeymoons or a simple concert at a theater, ruined by some people who know no better.

No doubt there had been some injured by the storm. Possibly even killed. But he knew of none, except for those who had disappeared afterwards. They were most likely dead, or joined with others, presuming we were dead. Yet Chaska felt no sorrow for them, for he did not know them. He nodded in agreement, his tail lowering and his head bowing in respect to those lost.

Chaska had to wonder why Fitz's old mate had left. He knew nothing of the relationship, but it must have been bad if she left. Especially with the two children. "Well, I am sure he is happy now with Zaria...have you ever felt happy? Like that?" he asked, moving his bowed head a little up so his eyes were pointing up to the black wolf's nose. He had never felt love like that. And he doubted he ever would before age caught up with him.