WREN’S POV
I woke up to an ache behind my eyes, a dull and throbbing weight pressing down on my skull that made it feel twice as heavy. My face felt stiff, my skin tight and when I rubbed a hand over my cheek, I realized it was swollen. Puffy.
I blinked against the morning light with confusion curling through me. Had I been… crying? Why was I even crying in the first place? I’m not usually a cryer like this. What on earth is happening to me?
I didn’t remember doing it. I didn’t remember the tears or the sobs but it was obvious I had spent a great deal of time breaking apart in my sleep. Maybe I should stop getting drunk because it is a bad image of me. I hope I didn’t do it in front of Alpha Ronan.
A bitter scoff left my lips as I sat up. Pathetic.
Dragging myself out of bed, I sh
