FAYE
Alexander smiled faintly, then turned to shrug out of his jacket. I watched him move around the room—controlled, composed, as if the night hadn’t shaken the entire pack awake. It was always like that with him.
One minute he was everywhere with his emotions, and the next, he was totally calm.
I lay back against the pillows, but sleep didn’t come. My body might have been exhausted, but my mind refused to follow.
The young man’s face kept surfacing in my thoughts—pale beneath the grime, lashes dark against bruised skin, chest rising just barely enough to reassure us he was still alive.
I turned onto my side, staring at the wall. The silence in the room felt too loud, each tick of time stretching thin. Somewhere down the hall, the pack house creaked and settled—the sounds of others m
