Tears blurred my vision, and sweat ran down my forehead, but I couldn't let myself fall apart. I had to carry Grandma through the last stretch. I had to keep moving, no matter how badly my chest hurt.
I wanted to tell her she was wrong.
How could I ever forget any of them?
The Morrigans pack had their flaws. They had their coldness, their cruelty, their pride. But there had also been moments of kindness. I couldn't erase every good thing they had ever done just because they had done terrible things too.
And I could never forget Grandma.
No matter how much the Blackwells had suffered, no matter how much blood had been spilled, I could never forget the care she gave me.
As I walked, memories from my childhood kept rising in my mind. They came one after another, warm and painful all at once. Vivian and Malcom stayed silent as I quietly shared those memories with Grandma. Malcom's legs were soaked in blood, and Vivian's face had gone pale with fear over what was coming.
