*Noah POV*
I had to take a couple of days to myself to really make sure that I wanted to carry out what Nick and I had discussed. Would I be able to quell my anger and hurt enough to stop myself from hurting her again? Let’s hope so, because my gut kept telling me that this was the right thing to do.
She looked so small in the wheelchair as I pushed her to the pack house. I could have easily taken the car or a golf cart, but even though the air was cool, it was a nice day. She had been cooped up in the hospital for nearly two weeks. I’m sure she could use the air.
“Um, Noah? How am I going to get up to the alpha floor?” she asked. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. The elevator had been out for nearly a month, and the service company was taking their time in coming to fix it.
“One of us
