Chapitre 81: Gossiping Hyenas

The Pack was always known to be a peaceful place, smoothly or ruggedly living their life doing things they love or means to survive. That includes working daily to provide food to the table. For the life of me, it has been two hours. 

Anyone could see the sun shining up in the sky, blessing us with its warmth as we went through this fine Friday morning. I couldn't help but miss my life where I used to be alone all the time. It was always the cycle of work and fun. Now, it's work, evading judgemental stares, and more work. The kink in my neck was evidence for it.