They whisper softly as I sit down and pull my headphones out of my bag to work. Since Gage had left none of the guys had even been to school, let alone taken one class with me. They were all keeping their distance, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. They were absent everywhere, even at home where I figured they would be crowding around me for some reason or another. The only reason I knew they were still even living with my father and I was the awkward dinners we would all share around the table with my father’s pack. Penny, my father’s second’s wife, and mate, had even commented on how awkwardly silent everyone had been. Our pack was never quiet around the table. Opening my sketch book I begin working on the drawling of a pack of wolves, a pack that I had never known. Night after night the same images of this young pack would flood through my mind until I woke up and I would begin sketching them.
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