Present Day six days after the door slammed in her face. Misty’s breath caught in her throat as she stood outside the pack library, her heart pounding like a caged animal. She pressed her back against the cool stone wall, hoping the shadows would swallow her as she watched was rearranging the Alpha journals in Alphabetical order by first name. Avant and Clark look at her straining from the archway. They both feel pity for her. Clark goes over and talks to her. “Misty, you look ready to collapse,” Clark murmured, his dark brown eyes scanning her tired frame. He stood a few steps away, arms crossed, a soft frown etched on his face as he took in the heavy lines beneath her sea-green eyes.
“I’m fine,” Misty insisted, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She adjusted a stack of pa
