Fallon POV
I can remember the day my pack fell, with absolute clarity. It's like the memories are seared into my brain and no amount of time will ever let the details fade.
The screams haunt my nightmares, the smell of the fires and death trapped in my nose and I can't escape it. I can't run from it, I've tried.
I tried to protect Jonas and myself the best I could, just like my mother always asked me to. I tried to be strong just like my daddy taught me to be. And for a while, when no one would take us in and we were branded rogue and dangerous, it was easy.
It was easy to numb myself to everything and survive because that was the only choice I had. I couldn't afford to let my feelings get in the way and so I didn't. The only exceptions were the little rogue family we found.
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