Chapter 22

• Ella’s POV
• Death was painful. I was so disappointed. It should have been only peaceful. Hate, hurt, agony, despair, anger, hopelessness, they shouldn’t exist when someone dies. There should only be good things like pure unending happiness and laughter. I don’t remember laughing at all after I was ten and forced to drop out of school to serve in the pack house. I don’t even remember how to smile let alone laugh. I only know how to cry and scream in pain. Death was supposed to be the start of something good, like finally meeting my mother. Running into her arms and hugging her. Breathing in her scent. God, what I would do to hug her. I would never let her go, not for months.
• Why isn’t she here with me?