Quinn tossed the blanket off, his body radiating heat and frustration. The dark room and steady breathing from the bed beside him should have been soothing, but his mind wouldn’t stop circulating about what was next. His mother would be at the pack now, his brother, the murderer would be where? Left alone? Unattended? His mother hadn’t contacted him after she left, leaving his chest tight and his mind running wild.
He rolled over, facing away from Sawyer and Logan in the bed beside his. Pulling the pillow closer, he held onto it. Days went by where he dreamed of this, of coming home and putting his brother away. The event was no longer a fantasy, it became reality and yet, why was he unhappy? They covered a lot of ground and situations he wished weren’t real, happened.
Maybe it would hav
