The Ultrasound in my Head
~VINA HALE~
Is it possible to be allergic to your ex-boyfriend’s laundry? Because every time I pick up one of Jace’s discarded training shirts, I want to hurl my internal organs into the bleach bucket.
It’s been three days since "The Great Rejection." I am currently the official CEO of the Silver Moon Laundry Department (population: me).
My hands are pruned, my back is screaming, and I’m pretty sure the mildew in this basement is starting to develop its own religion.
But something is… off.
Usually, when a wolf gets rejected, they wither away. They stop eating. They look like they’ve been through a dehydrator. And yeah, I’m miserable. I’m heartbroken. I’ve spent more time crying into Alpha-sized boxers than I care to admit.
But I’m not withering. In fact, I
