Thorn.
It has been two weeks since we arrived at the vacation getaway. Rose, Uncle Eden and Aunt Susan have had no reason to call me regarding the pack and somehow, it feels different, living without thinking about the pack. I was too young when I became burdened with the Moonsdale pack and I’m not sure what to do with my time other than having a bottle of beer, making a fire at the beach and watching it burn.
Adrien is at my side and he’s as clueless as I am. It’s so interesting, the both of us have realized that a part of life could be sitting in absolute silence and being comfortable in it. It’s different for the girls entirely, they have been shopping, going out every single night and talking about it.
We sit in contemplative silence on the beach, the rhythmic sound of waves provid
