Rose.
He returned home disoriented, looking so much like someone that had seen a ghost. I was about to leave when he had forced himself into the room.
It was clear that something had happened when he was outside, and that something must have triggered him so bad to make him act this way.
Alpha Charles rushed into the bathroom, hitting the side lamp and the glasses shattered all over the place, making me whimper. “What the hell is wrong with him?” I asked no one in particular.
Tip toeing after him, I tried to get rid of some of the glasses away from the road so that I wouldn’t step on them, nor would someone do that. I winced when my hand gets in contact with the shards of the glasses, boring into my skin and blood oozed out.
It was a bad idea for me to think that I could pick out the
