↞Xavier’s P.O.V.↠
I sighed as I fixed the sleeves on my suit. It felt so final as I looked at myself in my bedroom mirror. It had been a week since everything that went down at the pack house.
The kitten meowed at my feet, and I shook my head as I leaned down to pick them up. I placed them on my bed, and they meowed as they curled onto the bed sheets in comfort.
I wore a white button up shirt, a black blazer and black jeans. My black Nike’s accompanied the look well, and I ran a hand through my hair as I went to leave my room. Ophelia surprised me at the door, and I chuckled in response.
She softly smiled, “I was just about to knock.”
I nodded, “I figured.”
“Are you okay?”
I swallowed, looking down. I shook my head in a dismissive manner, “Let’s just get through today.”
“Right.”
