Rowan Thorne
The mattress felt like a bed of nails as I tossed and turned, my anxiety growing. It was well past midnight but I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rhea and Sage together.
My jaw clenched, a familiar ache spreading through my temples. It was Sage, always Sage these days. He’d barely been with the pack a month, and already he was everywhere Rhea was. Laughing with her, strategizing with her, his presence irritating and there is nothing much I could do. I know Rhea was blinded to who Sage truly was because she looked exactly like Mason.
“Isn’t it time for her to let go already?” I muttered under my breath.
I’d promised myself I’d stay away, give her space. Let her process whatever she needed to process but I wasn’t sure of that decision anymore. If I kept m
