The Sunspire When the Sunset Meets the Shadow

So Red is apparently über emotional. Lol. I never expected this from her.

All was going fairly well, until those magic words: “Where do you hail from?”

That was when Red knew she had absolutely nothing on Jace. What was she supposed to share about herself? She had no past. No memories of childhood. No thoughts on her parents or siblings — if she even had any. What on earth was she supposed to say? There was nothing she could say. Nothing at all. She was new not only to this pack, but to the world. And suddenly, this information hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt as if someone had slapped her, and actually flinched in response, and then turned away from the black wolf. There was nothing she could say — not that she would say anything, anyways. She was terrible at speaking.

Awkwardly, she ignored his questions, and simply stared down at the lake below. Would this be how she was for the rest of her life? Not speaking about herself because there was nothing to say? She supposed she could tell the truth: that she didn’t remember. But that would be hard to explain, and would raise so many more questions that she didn’t want to deal with. She looked at her paws, wishing she had more courage than she did. Didn’t protecting a pack mean one had to be courageous? Where was that courage now? She tried to speak up, to tell the truth, to tell Jace that she was no one before the Teekon Wilds. But the words wouldn’t come.

Instead, she gained only enough courage to turn and face him, to flatten her ears along her head, and let out a pitiful whine before collapsing to the ground in defeat. For the first time since awakening beside the Duck Lake those few weeks ago, she felt… like a nobody — that in the grand scheme of things, her place in the world didn’t matter. She hid her face beneath her paws and hoped desperately that Jace would simply go away and leave her alone. He had punctured some part of her, and now the puncture wound was bleeding her emotions all over the ground. Wolves can’t cry, but if she could, she would be. Instead, she opted to making whimpering sounds into the ground as these thoughts pounded their way through her head…