Elena's pov.
His question was absurd. It was the last thing I wanted to hear from anyone. Even him.
Who was I?
I didn't even know who I was to give a proper response to him. Everything felt like I was just a maid tossed from one pack to another.
“Who exactly are you?” He asked again, his voice slipping freely until my head. My eyes couldn't leave him as much as I tried to.
Those eyes, I was not blind to see that they held anxiety, and a kind of long lasting pain.
I already knew his position in his pack. But just like him, I wanted to know who he truly was. Why did he make me feel the way I felt, like something was missing inside me?
Whenever I was around him, I couldn't help but feel that void crying out inside of me.
“Elena,” Again, he called back my attention from the whirl
