She’s gone, gone for good. Part of me hates her, but I know I drove her to this. She thought she was protecting me, when in reality I left to protect her. I’m on the ground in the guest room that Christophe had given me, when I felt her claim someone else, my heart felt as if it had been severed in two. I don’t know what she was thinking, that this would make Christophe somehow let me go, because now he definitely won’t let me go now. That leaves me one choice, leave the east village and my pack for good. I need to continue to protect them in the best way that I can, and that’s to leave them and act like I don’t care about them. Maybe, I can forget about them, and not have to worry about them, but I know that will be impossible.
Chrsitophe must’ve heard me scream because he is in the gues
