Rhea Everwood
I couldn’t help but think about Rowan's words, it felt like a burden making my eyelids feel like lead, yet sleep decided to deny me. "You brought him here because he looks like Mason." His words stung and it had been laced with bitterness. All I could do was lie there in my room, replaying the accusation, trying to put an end to the thought.
It wasn't true. Or, at least, I had tried to convince myself it wasn't. I had brought Sage to the pack house because I needed his help but even as I recited these justifications to myself, a nagging voice in the back of my mind whispered, What if Rowan is right? What if a part of you sees Mason in him? The thought was shameful, a weakness I couldn't afford. It was a cruel irony that the very thing I despised might also be the one thing
