CORBIN'S POV
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"What's your plan here?" Dustin asks, staring me down with the deadly glare that was created in hell just for him to use on me. I've been in my room, or in my office for the entire week, burying myself into work, and creating even more when it's done. Dustin found me passed out in my office, and now he's sitting across from me, his eyes hauntingly dark with impatience and anger. "Are you going to hide out in here for the rest of your life?" He spits. "Of course not," Azalea would surely come looking for me if I tried.
She's been texting me every single day, saying sweet things like she wished I was there, or that she could see me, and I've been locking myself into this office, trying to figure out how we could merge our packs-- but how do I even bring something like this
