I expect them to be furious with me, I'd surely be sent back to the pack cells where I'd spend the rest of my life. The thing is, I didn't regret kissing Ken it probably made me the worst mate in history but at this moment I really didn't care.
Glancing up I finally make eye contact with them, what I see surprises me. Jake's shoulders are slumped forward as he stands in front of me, his face is stoic but I can see the devastation behind his features. His poignant state strikes at my heart, my whole mindset slowly changing as I begin to feel slightly horrible
Shifting my attention to Connor, his face is completely devoid of anger, instead he looks worse than Jake his eyes wet from fresh tears, he reminds me of a lost puppy who'd just been abandoned by its owner. I feel the strong urge to
