Jingo should have been happy.
His sister was alive! She was healthy and grown and here, physically here. It should have been the most amazing thing to ever happen in his life.
But instead he felt…empty.
It was different. She was different. They both were. They had just been kids when they were separated. He had grown up on his own, and the decisions he’d made and the things that had happened to him had made him a different wolf than he might have been otherwise. The same must undoubtedly have been true of Jinx. And they had grown in different directions, growing apart.
They were strangers with a shared past, and Jingo didn’t know what to do about that, how to relate. Mostly, the realization that his memories of that day were flawed—that if he were wrong about one thing, he might be wrong about many more—had sent him into a spiral of doubt. The death of his family was the bedrock of his identity. Calling that into question made everything else just seem so…huge.
But. One foot in front of the other. Jingo had not survived this long without knowing how to move on with his life.
Jinx or no Jinx, he had made a promise, and he would keep that promise.
Nose twitching as he sought through the scents along the rise, he ventured out looking for Shade and, hopefully, the titan as well.
Feb 07, 2018 02:09 PM
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