My tent was getting to feel like a prison. I sat on my pellet, dinner in my lap, but I wasn’t eating. Instead, my eyes were open, but not seeing, and my mind was racing, going over everything that had happened since I had married Brennan. Every little thing that had led to where we found ourselves right now. Me, feeling betrayed, and yet still in my tent alone, because his wolves were loyal to him. Brennan, out there, able to talk to people and not feeling like he had to disappear.
How was that fair? And why was it I always found myself in situations like this, where I was the odd one out. The person that was looked on with disdain, or maybe just the desire to not have me around?
I sighed and put the plate down beside me, then pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around the
