Coming home

OLIVE I was out with Mary. We had decided to stay a bit longer but that was cut short when her dad called. He asked us to return home as quickly as possible. From the look in her eyes, I could tell something was wrong and when I asked her what had happened, her reply was worrisome. She could not tell what had happened but she knew something was wrong. On our way back to my uncle's pack, I kept thinking and wondering what had happened. Maybe Mary had done something wrong before leaving the packhouse with me. I doubted that could be the case. Mary had been with me although the morning until we left the packhouse. Could there be an attack at their pack? I thought. Different thoughts ran through my mind as I kept wondering what was wrong. The car came to a stop, jolting me out of my thought. We came down from the car to the arms of my awaiting uncle and aunt. With the look on their faces, I could something was wrong. "Come, Olive," my uncle said and when I moved closer to him,