I didn’t ever truly grieve for my family. I was too young to fully grasp what I had lost, and my instincts meant I did what it took to survive.
That didn't mean I had no grasp of what I should have felt, and sometimes I was racked with guilt for the fact I wasn’t more emotional about it, but by the time I was old enough to understand what loss really was it had been far too long for me to process it again.
It made my heart ache to see the way grief impacted on Ares, and I couldn’t help feeling lucky that I had lost my family when I did.
I had never experienced grief when I lived with Luc’s pack; I wasn’t close enough to any of them to feel anything more than pity for the people they left behind when people died.
But that did not mean I had not experienced sadness or hurt, and I could
