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Chapter 11:

     'How can I do this to him' is the thought that screams through my mind. How can I hurt him like this? I'm supposed to be his friend. Salty  drops of water fall from my lashes and seep into the tightly woven threads of his jacket as I hold him tightly. "Sage? Are you okay" he ask as he pulls away.
  
        I wipe the tears away and nod. He gives me an unsure look. I can't look into his eyes. Looking into his chocolate brown eyes will destroy me. He doesn't deserve this. Looking away from his eyes I try to think of an excuse to leave. Suddenly I feel Peter's warm thumb touch my cheek, gently wiping away the silently falling tear.  

          "I know something is wrong, you can tell me about it whenever you're ready" Peter says lifting my chin. God he is so sweet, I'm such a monster. "I have to go" is all I manage to say. My voice is just barley above a whisper but I know he heard me. His eyes tell me nothing as I walk away. I just need to see her.

        I leave him, I leave him standing there with out any sort of explanation. All I want is her, I long to hear her words of wisdom along with his. I need them so badly it seems as if the sky understands my heart because it starts crying too.

          Before I know it I'm standing at their gate. I inhale the now cool wet air and step inside. The rain seems to come down harder the closer I get to them. My eyes water as I stand in front of them. "Hi mom, hi dad." My voice starts to shake and crack. "I need your help.  I did something really wrong."

       My eyes rack over them, taking in the words like a cold drink. 'In loving memory of Jared and Mia Johnson. Loving parents and wonderful people.' I stare at the graves like they will some how disappear. My eyes still remember the sound of the tires screeching.

      The day plays in my head like some horrible record. If I hadn't been scared at that sleep over then they would still be here. My mom would hug me and stroke my hair in a calming fashion. Dad would gently talk to me and wipe my tears. They always found away to help. I only have one thing left of them.

        They took me to a shelter to pick out any dog I wanted. It's wasn't for some special day, they did it just because they could. The minute I saw that mother and her pups I just knew I had to help them. We took her and he puppies home with us that day. Mom let me keep one of the pups while we gave the others away to pack mates.

    A week after that mom and dad were gone. It was just me, Luka, and his mother Shelby after that. Most of the homes I went to after that let me keep them with me. Others wanted me to give them up, no matter what they stayed. Eventually Luka's mother fell ill, doctors said it was from being at a puppy mill. They said they couldn't treat her and with in weeks I lost Shelby too. She died with only her son by her side. Luka is the only thing I have left of my parents.

     I continue to stare at the writing as if they would just melt away. Unfortunately they never do no matter how much I pray they would. "I have something so very wrong. It could cost someone his life. Please help me." My tears fall faster and faster. "I don't know what to do or how to stop it."

       Slowly I sit on the ground and lean against their headstone. I grow my nails out turning them to claws, my teeth become sharper and slightly longer. "Tell me what to do" I plead. My nails trace the paw prints on the tombstone as the rain pours.

       The packs symbol is a wolf's paw print. When one of us dies a paw print is placed on their stone. A print for each death, these two were mine from when I was a pup. Traditionally a member of the pack was supposed to take me in but social services took me and shipped me off before my pack could help. I don't even have a pack to call mine any more. Before I even know it my eyes close as I sense my parents spirits laying there with me. I felt at home as the sky cried.