GWEN
It had been three days since Alpha Conan sat me down in that cold office and told me it was over between us. Three days since I heard his voice lower with guilt as he said he couldn’t give me the future I had been foolish enough to hope for. And it had officially been four months since I arrived at Mystic Pack, though lately, time had stopped meaning much to me. The walls of my room were the only thing I stared at for hours each day.
I hadn’t stepped outside since that night. I didn’t want to. The air outside my room reminded me too much of him. Every part of the house, the hallways, even the sound of voices from the yard below, they all somehow carried his shadow.
So I stayed in bed, curled under my covers, my body aching in a way that sleep couldn’t fix. I didn’t cry alot like I
