A Pack Of Vows and Tears

I wa

kup. He must've secured the seatbelt across my grief-stricken uncle's chest,

eat and clipped in my own b

ht. Yesterday, the moon had been full and all of the wolves, young and old, had run wild t

the dirt road, past the rusted fence and the large wo

a run before yo

ea

n with him. This new August . . . he didn't ask me to join him. Not that I would've gone. I hadn't left the

obably shouldn't touch him at all. What if it somehow strengthened our

about . . . about

e said in a rough voice.

inc

to add a penny in Mom's curse jar

had driven back to Headquarter

calls it her r

upied with making a place for myself in B

hould go see her once I'm

m signing up to get my d

much more relaxed than earlier.

Besides, we didn't have a car, so it w

ch had me spinning in my seat. His lids were shut, thoug

you're going?" I asked Augu

classi

'm you

swerved of

y lap, wondering what had gotten into me to even joke about our new bond.

s been a great fan of jazz. I used to tease him about it, telling him he had the taste of an old man. Unf

men . . . "Did F

my kno

lse in the pac

s wife are going

a long

celebrating th

ing bonds. Not that I'd doubted it. After all, my parents had lo

road ahead. "So what are your

to stop myself from fidgeting. "T

ks isn't

. "I'm not much of

request fireworks. I almost set myself on

jogged back to us. "You cursed so much your mom joked she would go

eyes heat up and my lips wobble. This year wou

ause he touched the top of my hand. "Ho

" I cr

more ab

es before feeding him tidbits