As I'm picking jax up I notice a little tattoo on his shoulder
"What's that??" I asked looking directly at it when we get into the car
"It's a tattoo to remember my twin" he replied "she died a phew years ago from wolves" his eyes started to water "but i understand your pack won't hurt my family" he slowly started to cry softly "she died when we were both 10 She tried protecting me because I was ill...is it my fault she's dead jace?"
"No it's not, don't say that ever again, was she buried"
"Yeah why?"
"Don't worry"
"Ok"
"You ok kitten"
"I will be it's just I miss her"
"Aw ITs ok kitten, why don't you have a cat nap"
"Ok"
