#Chapter137
The Truth
We always intended one day to do something about the split pack on the mountain, I just didn't think it would be like this. We thought we had time to come up with a plan. We have to protect them, they're part of us too. We can't watch them die when most of them had nothing to do with what Juan did to my family. They're only crime was staying behind. And the reasons for that are not a simple case of loyalty to father or son or even choosing a side.
/"We have zero time to plan, to even think about this. It's now… happening, and we can't ignore it./" Colton lets it out, the stress he's been holding and sinks down on the arm of my chair where I automatically lean forward to rub my hand up his back to console him. My touch softening his rigid posture a tad and he leans in to scoop my other in his and pulls it to his lap to cradle tightly. My touch is his harbor sometimes, even when I feel like he's locked up inside his own head.
