Chapter .52.

The best thing you could do is MASTER the chaos in you.  You are not thrown into  the fire, YOU ARE THE FIRE.  ~mama indigo  *** The pack gathers around, taking in the two burning fires. Jackson and Sara had both been cremated. I watch as Atlas throws their remains into the flames. Repeating the process all over again. We stand there, side by side. Other members of the pack come and go- adding their own objects to the flames. A rose. A picture. Small objects that remind them of their fallen companions. Atlas looks down. I softly take his hand, crossing his fingers with my own. "We did this with Jackie." "Who?" I feel stupid for asking the question but I don't know who this female Atlas speaks of is. "She use to be the pack cook. Before Sandra.