This week has been a total s**t show, having two new packs show up at the manor, not to mention Conner; I really can't stand that guy. Ken Doll doesn't help. Why does he have to do everything so perfectly? I'm having difficulty keeping my pack from meshing around with these pricks. The last thing I need is our blood mixed up with these wildlings. I know it's probably not a big deal, but I can't think straight. These last few nights have been brutal. Thankfully, I'm not the only one jerking off twenty-four-seven; I know the guys are too. It takes everything in me not to look for Rose. I know exactly where she's at, and it kills me, and so do the other two. No matter where they move her, it will be the Same. Our connection is too strong. The elders have yet to explain, and they said it makes
