#Chapter142
You're Safe
I slump back, rubbing my temples with my fingers as everything blurs slightly and the lack of oxygen from gasping hits me between the eyes. I feel woozy.
/"What else did he tell you?/" I breathe out, feeling surreal now.
/"Nothing really that important in our current situation. Just general history of our people and the fact you're not the first like you. Neither was your mother. He knew nothing of my mom's whereabouts, her breed, or anything about my father's actions before he came to the Santo house seven years ago. The Shaman previous to him died, and he came to us from my family's origin in Colombia. He never really fell for my father's bullshit and has always kept his peace and distance from the pack elders and the sub packs loyal to my father./"
