#Chapter 283 A Broken Mom

Judy’s POV Janet’s house wasn’t far from the packhouse. It was about 15 minutes on foot. I walked. The walk gave me a bit of clarity; the fresh air was nice. Though it was hard to see some of the damage from the rogues, and even the charred buildings and trees from the explosion. I shuddered when I passed the part of the forest that was completely destroyed by the explosion. Tears pricked my eyes at the memory, and I had to quickly blink them away. Weakness was not something I was about to show my new packmates, especially when I’m supposed to be a strong Gamma warrior. I said hello to some of the packmates who were cleaning up their own yards from the damage and debris. They greeted me right back as I continued on. Janet’s house had the most damage from what I could see. She had trees that were tipped over, ripping through what used to be green and plush grass, but now looked burned to a crisp and torn out of the ground. The windows were boarded from being broken, and the d