~Thane~
Every morning, I awake to find myself in the Den, savoring the last remnants of her scent. I spent the past four days living alone, working alone, and just being on my own. None of them will take my calls, but I do, however, notice numerous calls going to Alpha Jake’s phone. I can feel their anxiety, how much they crave her and miss her. I feel the same way.
I pushed them too far, and I pushed her to leave us. Yet, locked in my depression, I can’t bring myself to face them. Feeling their disappointment in me crushes the parts I had refused let break for so long. Or so I thought, because now I realize that they were already broken—some façade of which I thought was whole. I am just kidding myself, hiding behind my guilt, behind my anger. My mother will be cursing my name for what
