Anastasia's POV
Tears rolled down in my eyes as I walked down the street, my people were suffering, they had been through hell since I was away. Going to the pack house wasn't an option for me, I couldn't show myself to him except I was prepared to have my head on the latter.
I ditched Lex already, mingling with anyone was risky. There was still one place I could go to but I feared what I would see.
I stood in front of Blake's front porch, I could sense no one was in at the moment. I dragged my feet to the door, the lock was still the same one.
I pushed the door open, greeted with the sway of light. A warm smile crept on my face, the tingling sensation too. His house was still the same thing, clean and neat.
“He still has this.” I reached for the portrait on the shelf.
It was a pictu
