Derek
*Derek*
It was late in the evening and I was outside, standing on the beach beside the ocean. A few days had passed but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking if leaving the Wells pack was a step in the direction for me. How would Isabella be feeling about my disappearance? I bet she and my personal assistant Daniel will be searching everywhere for me.
Is she alright? Is the pack really going to be fine with me, their alpha gone? Those had been the questions on my mind ever since I left. To me my sickness is a justifiable reason to leave. But recently I have been having this disturbing feeling that something bad was happening.
It started with my glass of drink shattering on the floor, followed by these strange nightmares that had been reoccurring for the past two nights. It was abo
