Venus pov
I looked over at Hunter's empty seat in history class for the hundredth time this morning. In fact, everyday s since Hunter had become alpha myy eyes always wandered back to his chair.
It's been over a week since I last danced with Hunter at the celebration of his alpha ceremony. I haven't even seen him since. In the short time that he's had his position he's turned into a workaholic. Everytime I'm at the pack house hoping to steal a glance at him, he's in his office buried in work. He has a lot to take on for his new position, but he hardly ever takes any breaks.
"If you miss him so bad, why don't you go talk to him?" Harvey asks.
"I don't miss him." I deny, which causes him to roll his eyes at me.
"Everytime you look at his seat, it looks like you're grieving. Just go see
