The anxiety had been an enemy that harrowed into his chest, and he had become so accustomed to wet, tired eyes that the burning was now a silent companion. Blaez sat in this chair for many days, hands burrowed in his hair, elbows on his knees, long since having memorized the patterns on the hospital floor. Lost in thoughts that tortured him, lost in the what if, drowning in the what was.
Fynn had crawled back into the darker depths of his mind. He would hear a whimper every so often, but his wolf was mostly quiet. As if he were lost within Gabriella’s darkness, too.
Anne had come in this morning and said she wanted to check in on Bree, but he knew she was checking in on him. Right now she was getting him some coffee and maybe food. Honestly, he had forgotten what she had sai
