LEAH
The silence in my room presses down like wet fog, thick with things I can't even name.
I haven’t opened the curtains in three days. Or maybe four. The moon has passed overhead in phases, but I’ve stopped counting. I just didn't have the strength.
I've lost my strength for a lot of things. Eating, talking, sleeping, even breathing, at least the kind that feels like living.
The image of that day just won’t leave me. Another woman with my mate. Her hands on his face, and his lips on hers. That stunned, frozen moment where I stood at the doorway watching them, as my heart shattered into pieces.
I didn't cry, at least not right away. I couldn't let them see me broken. Lucian has already seen me as a broken doll without a wolf, can't let him see more of that.
That night, I heard h
