Pack's Runt

My hands moved harder over the mud as droplets of water began to fall from the dark, cloudy skies. A mist soon spread all around me before I even had the chance to dig entirely. I glanced back, over my shoulder and watched the storm brewing in the sky. My heart raced and I dug my fingernails into the wet mud, hoping to find my bracelet before it was gone forever.

Something sparkled in the mud. My bracelet. I dug quicker and my fingers clasped onto the silver bracelet my mother had gifted me before passing away.

It was the only memory I had left of her. Nothing else. Not even a picture. A smile spread over my face as droplets of rain fell over my hair and my clothes. I quickly tightened the bracelet and stood up before scurrying away from the woods and back to where the pack house was.