NEARLY BROKE IT, TRYING TO OPEN THE DAMN THING

Felicia's P. O. V

I understood in situations like these why mates were so important. Despite his tears, Po seemed to understand better than anyone that we couldn't stay here forever. Seemed to force his brain to think logically, to recall all our conversations about what I'd do in the future, where I was supposed to go, my need to explore beyond the pack. Even if we were to win over the pack, it wouldn't work. We had to live our lives, outside of the pack and he got that. I wasn't too surprised, after all, he always understood me the most.

So we were leaving and even though the news was shared over three weeks ago, preparations being put into place and things slowly leaving the house - the tears were still running rampant in the household.

I don't think the reactions would've been so bad if we weren't going all the way to Canada.

I didn't know anything about Canada besides the fact that it was cold, I was born there and the capital was Ottawa.