King Braedon
The ride back home was made in silence, Blair's body slumped against me, her expression one of tiredness and concern. I stroked her hair absent-mindedly, my thoughts whirling in my head. The others were in a separate car. I could feel my heart racing in my chest the closer we got to my pack and my hands shook slightly. All this time, I hadn't visited my mother's grave, not wishing to feel the pain that usually accompanied it, and now, it felt right to do it with Blair by my side. I wondered what had put the thought into my mind. I tried not to think of my mother too much, for the pain of her death was too fresh and too raw, causing me nothing but pain and anguish. She never had to die. She never had to be buried if but for the cowardice and deliberate cruelness of one man. My
