ADRIANA
Hazel had been knocking on the door but I just couldn’t open it up. I had been seeing those pictures when I closed my eyes and I felt like I was losing it.
I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat and I couldn’t leave my room. It was like they were right outside, waiting to drag me to the grave with them. Why did they have to die?
Why hadn’t it been my father that died? That bastard.
When Elijah came and hugged me, I felt like my problems had been taken away. He told me he didn’t hate me, that it was going to be okay and that it wasn’t my fault.
I knew how much he valued his pack and I was afraid he would blame me because of what my father and his people were doing was ruining things.
I finally left my room the next day so I could go to practice.
I got up early that day and got read
