Oliver
A loud crack of thunder jolts me awake, scaring the s**t out of me, before the sound of pouring rain hits the green tin roof of the Dartmoor pack house.
Now, I’ve never been scared of thunderstorms per se, in fact, I actually love them. When we were kids we would always run around in the rain. When there was a hail storm, we’d run around collecting all the Ice to see how much we could get before it all melted.
It scared me awake because I’ve finally been able to get some peaceful sleep after how many months and this s**t happens. Just my luck, eh? My mate doesn’t want me, her ex is still in love with her, and I’m still a walking zombie.
Yeah, I know the fuckwit still loves her, and for him to pull that stunt like he did only seconds after I said she was my mate… Ace was not h
