Whitefish River When the thunder calls for me

Tears blurred her vision, and she couldn't stop them from spilling out onto her cheeks this time. That's very kind of you, she offered shakily, sitting back down. Truthfully, she wasn't even sure how far she could have even made it from here; her shoulder was throbbing, and she was so tired. Still, she felt she needed to be truthful with him before she accepted his help. She was done lying. I need to be honest about my situation first, though, she said, her voice steady now with resolve. I messed up...really messed up, and the beta of my old pack gave me this wound, and she and her siblings chased me from the borders. She stopped and swallowed, lifting her gaze to search his expression for the condemnation she deserved. And I'm...pregnant, she continued, afraid she would cry again as she uttered the word, but she held it together. That's how I messed up. I deserved what happened to me, but I don't know if any of them followed me, and you've been so kind, and-- She began to cry again. I don't want to bring all of that here. No one else should have to pay for my mistakes.