Evelyn’s wise words hummed in Clara’s mind. Having said her farewells, Clara made the journey back from the Outer banks alone. Wanting the time to contemplate, could she do as Eveyln had suggested. Go with the flow, essentially. The two nights inebriated and the events that had unfolded were enough for the next few years. She couldn’t hold her alcohol like Atticus, never mind keep up with him. How was she supposed to spend the next month essentially drunk for half of it. It would complicate her decision making. Yet, she had to try live as he did or make him see reason. See enough evidence that he was willing to adapt, grow up and wishing to become alpha. Otherwise, how could she choose him.
Atticus’ charm had worn off quickly, there were too many contradictions, too much selfishness almos
