Chapter 65

I never had the pleasure or ability to live in a secure environment with a stable home life. So, I guess that is the reason why I didn't have a huge reaction to someone breaking into the house, because I had grown up around it. Humans always seemed to be drawn to my old pack land, entering my old home just to spray paint it. The abandoned building and run down, crappy motels I would sleep in for the night always had unwanted and unknown guests. I would just barricade myself in a room until they left or give myself enough time to escape. This time it was different. This time it bothered me. It dug underneath my skin, itching its way through my body as it crawled, irritating my skin. It made my blood boil, an indescribable anger surged through my being. They were in his office. This person was in there throwing his things. They were masking the last of his scent that still lingered there. They were taking way the last part of his being, his presence, his essence that I still