Redhawk Caldera i loved you first

Amalia cursed herself a thousand ways to Sunday. She had been absent when a huge harm had come. And for what to get attacked by the same creature that finally took Bronco from his bride and children.

She slunk into the area head down. Sides scabbed would eventually scar, to starkly remind her that she had been foolish and almost failed her pack for what? A moment to breathe and travel, because she was so selfishly conaumed with the fact that everyone left her. Ahe barely made ties anymore. Foolish.