While I walked down the hospital halls, I gazed down at the crumpled sketch in my hands. It was ridiculous that I hadn’t thrown it away yet. But at least, it was better than staring at the bland white-tiled floors.
Screw that.
The sketch was beautiful. f*****g beautiful.
A strand of my hair was blowing against my cheek. There was a tiny scar on my collarbone from when Vanessa had pushed me in gym class in fifth grade. My lips were set in a smile. I looked valued and respected, so strong and happy.
Though I had been drawn in the left third of the piece, every wolf that surrounded me was staring at me in amazement. Even Roman. His dark eyes were fixed on me and only me with the utmost respect.
Too bad that he didn’t respect me in real life.
All he wanted was s*x.
My wolf whimpered.
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