I sat down on the hay that served as bed in my den and brought out the medical report. I read it again. I had few months left to live. What should I do? Shouldn’t my only relative know of my plight? The words of Gavin came back to me: I don’t have a sister like you.
An anger rose in me at the unfairness of it all. Did I want my parents to die? Did I not want to come into my wolf? Did I want to live such a miserable life like this? They were not my choice! They were forced on me.
I stormed out of my den with the medical report in my hand. Whatever would happen can never be worse than what had already happened to me. I know it’s my brother’s birthday today. And I will give him a special gift, one he would be happy about, a permanent removal of his reproach.