I opened the large double doors of the packhouse, allowing Presley to follow me inside. I had been excited previously at the prospect of showing my friend around every part of my home pack. Allowing her to explore all the places I loved when I was growing up. But, now that excitement was gone. I felt deflated, and empty. We were already arguing, and she had stated she was ready to return to her home pack. That was not how it was meant to go...
Bringing my best friend here was meant to be fun. Enjoyable. A proud moment for me. Something the two of us would always remember together. I mean, I doubt either one of us would forget this, unfortunately; but what I wanted was for us to remember it with a fondness... not a sadness about what had been...
I knew this was the end of Presley and me
