Alessia:
The hallway felt colder than usual.
Every step away from the infirmary echoed far too loudly, like the pack walls themselves were listening, waiting for me to slip, to fall, to confirm every terrible thing they already whispered behind my back. And the worst part, I could even feel his eyes on me.
My chest ached.
Not because of the sickness spreading through the pack.
Not because of the fatigue pulling at my limbs.
But because of him.
He thinks it could be you. And he is doubting your every move. Sage said weakly.
“I know.” I whispered, doing my best not to flinch.
What are we going to do?
“I still don’t know, but I will figure it out.” I whispered to her, assuring her that it would be fine.
But what if it isn’t?
“It will be. I don’t know how, but it will be.”
Sage st
