DEA
After that eventful night, I saw Arthur in a different light. Though I’m having difficulty making sense of what he confessed, I’m trying to place him in the same context and situation that he has been in during that time.
He has been out in the forest every day with his pack, but not without leaving the rest of his guards he called enforcers in the mansion.
Every time he leaves, there’s fear in his eyes, like he thinks he might lose me each time.
“You know in yourself that you don’t belong here, Dea.”
I turned from staring up at the uncovered painting on the wall to Megan who was looking at me distastefully.
I just got back from visiting my mother in the hospital with Arthur and he just dropped me off at the house before going to his ‘training’ with the boys.
“You are not mea
