It has been a few days since everything happened, and I still haven't stepped a foot outside my room.
I know I'm supposed to go out eventually, but the mere thought of it and knowing the story of what happened that day has spread throughout the entire pack keeps discouraging me.
The looks that will come, the whispers, the sideways glances, I know all of it is waiting for me the moment I step outside.
For now, I have been taking the time to breathe, to settle into my new reality before facing the rest of the pack.
Apparently, that was the wrong choice.
My sister and Erica have been in my room all morning, trying every possible method to convince me to finally leave my room.
The two of them have said and done everything they can think of to change my mind, but I remain completely uncon
