CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE MEMORIES

JAVION’S POV Memories of times like that has shaped me into the person I am today. It wasn’t wary growing up with an abusive father who not only abused me but my mum also. I had wondered why he married her if he did not want her but I later realized that wanting her was never the problem but the kind of company he. There were some people in the pack, who called themselves diviners and had the powers to communicate with an oracle him of a damning prophecy that turned his mind against us. I wanted to be everything to her, to be there but in the end, it was never enough. I sighed the umpteenth time as I reached a cliff where I had always come as a child. It overlooked the pack’s river and most times that I come here, I am always able to think clearly. I shifted back into my human form and grabbed a cloth which I had always kept there for when I shift. I then sat on the cliff and allowed my legs to dangle above the river. My nose picked up a familiar scent and I turned around to see