in a small clearing far into pack territory , they found the rest of the pack . i swallowed hard , unable to look at any of them . look , im sorry i attacked you , donna . my reflection is distorted by the trapped steam that clings to the walls of the bathroom . otherwise known as the war zone . her sweet brown eyes , nothing and everything like her fathers , penetrate that wall i kept so tightly built this morning . i stand by what i said , but not the way i said it . '' 