We knew my father was dying for a very long time, so it was no surprise.
It should be no surprise.
But it didn’t shock or hurt any less.
I bit my lip the entire way to the sanctuary, my mind not really registering how Grim helped me change into a thick hoodie and some black leggings, and then bit my lip again as we headed back to the city. I was so out of it, I didn't realize what was happening around me. It felt like an out of body experience. We passed the bakery, saw a few werewolves watching us, bowing their heads low for Grim and then the city lights.
These city lights have been with me through everything. My highs. My lows. And my hell.
It glowed. It flickered.
And it greeted me again as I approached another part of my life.
Through all this, I felt this vague warning in t
