I’m still seething, aching, and sniffing as I trample down the foliage, convinced I just walked in a circle because instead of my head being where I am going, I am internally ranting repeatedly about how he thinks he knows anything about me or who I am. That he wrote me off as some weak people pleaser who pretends she’s fine with who she is to hide some veiled jealousy over Eve.
He has no understanding of me at all, and why would he? He’s just a cold, selfish freak who chose to ostracise himself from his pack and claims being alone is his choice. He doesn’t sound like someone I should be taking any insults from on accepting yourself and being wolfless.
“Where the f**k am I?” I stop dead when faced with a weird, crooked tree with a pretty unique bent branch that I swear I have seen twice
