The Sentinels They say bad things happen for a reason

She reacted as he had known she would. Though he was trying to keep a steady face in front of his step-mom and co-Beta, and his pack, in front of Osprey he felt the plug fall out underneath the tumultuous waves of his emotions. She was like a safety net. When she sat next to him, he turned to sob into her fur for a good few minutes before he could say any more words.

Then, suddenly: “I hate it!” He suddenly shouted with fury, turning his muzzle so that the words flew over her shoulder rather than into her fur. He felt helpless and angry. But what did he hate? The feeling? The fact that his Dad had died? The mountain? His home? His predicament? Everything.


So he may as well verbalise that thought. “I hate everything!” His inner child danced smugly on the hot ash smouldering in his heart.