I was sulking. I knew I was. I had not seen nor heard from Zander in over an hour and I didn't know whether to be happy or upset about it.
After the last conversation we had, I should feel relieved. But for some reason, Susan still yearned for him. He was not good for us in any way shape or form. He saw me as nothing but the trash he was forced to deal with.
If I was sure that I would make it on my own, I would have left this pack long ago. But I was not equipped to be a lone wolf, and there was no guarantee that Reagan was not out there trying to hunt me down.
“Dammit!" I flopped back down on my bed. Why couldn't things just be simple? Now that would be a plot twist that I would thoroughly enjoy.
I ran a tired hand over my face and went to my window. From my little shoebox room, I co
