DAMON~
"Sigh"
The fragility of my own existence was shocking to me, all my life I had been the picture of strength, Wolf manifest at age 10, the earliest I'm history till of course My son, the thought brought a smile to my face. I looked back at the gravestone I sat in front of.
"Here lies David Langdon" I read out, nine years of him being gone and I still couldn't believe it.
"You made it look so easy pops," I said as I remembered all the times I watched him in his meetings, the strength he showed as he spoke, and the finality of his words, I had lived every day of my life with the principles he had taught me, every day working towards being half the man he was.
"It's not," I said "Silver Hollow is becoming more active as the day passes and all I can do is watch, it feels like I'm failing the pack you spent your life protecting, it feels like I'm failing you" I murmured as I arranged the flowers that laid at the bed of the gravestone.
