Life in the were-world was boring. It wasn't the kind of life she used to live. She would often stay indoors. No where to go, no one to talk to, no one to laugh at. This room itself was already becoming an ennui.
Moira had promised her that she would come the next day, but it seemed she had overestimated her. She didn't even hit the road, nor did she even get to the pack. That alone had made Imogen worried about herself. Brax? Ever since the incident, he didn't speak to her nor argue like he used to. And now the place was feeling really heavy.
A soft knock landed on the door. Imogen turned her head, instantly closing the book in her hands. With a deep, shallow breath, she said, "Come in."
Her voice dragged slightly. She rested her back against the pillow. Her gaze fixated on the doorkno
