Melissa's POV.
It had been days since Rolf insulted me. The sting from his lips faded, but the ache inside me stayed. I was realizing I'd lost any hope of a happy relationship with him, yet here I was, still going through the motions, trying to be what he wanted, hoping…no, more like pretending that somehow things would change.
Today, we were supposed to address the pack. Petty crimes had been happening lately, things like stolen supplies and disputes between pack members, and Rolf had decided it was time to address them. It wasn't unusual for us to stand together as the pack's leaders, or at least that's what he always claimed. The reality was he led, and I stood by his side, keeping quiet.
I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair, going through it as if I was still the proud L
