The night dragged on like it was endless. My pillow was soaked with tears, my chest felt heavy, and the sound of my sobs was the only noise breaking through the silence.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the looks on their faces—Anthony, Kevin, Trevor. The disappointment, the anger, the betrayal in their eyes burned into my soul. It was like they’d each taken a piece of me and shattered it.
Who did this to me? Why?
I tried to think of every conversation, every interaction over the past few weeks. Nothing made sense. I wasn’t perfect, but I hadn’t hurt anyone, at least not intentionally. And now, because of whatever this was, I was going to be the laughing stock of the pack. I could already hear the whispers and the snickers.
How was I supposed to face any of them?
I cried until I
