Ashlyn
It’s been a week since our fight, a week. I haven’t seen Mason, and I’ve been staying out late every night in the park. I hated feeling like I wasn’t welcome in my home, and this wasn’t my home without Mason. I even bought a new vehicle, an SUV this time. It was all blacked out, including the windows, and I’ve been looking for a new place to live.
I’m unsure what’s going on with Mason, but it kills me not being with him. He’d be gone when I woke up, but I’d try to stay away in the evening. I didn’t want to be around him all happy with Amber. He hasn’t even tried to talk to me. And it killed me regretting his mark on my neck. Poor Tundra had been so depressed, missing her mate.
Walking out of my old room, I dressed for the day. I had black leggings, heeled ankle boots, and a cream
