Alexander's POV
I couldn't handle the guilt. I had been sobbing in Rosalie's room for the remainder of the night. I couldn't come to terms with the words Rosalie spat at me.
I am the one they seek.
The one who has innocent blood on his hands, the one who cursed the werewolf species, the one who created all these secrets
When Lizzy walked in, demanding to know what was going on, I couldn't help myself. I again sobbed like a lost child looking for its mother.
I so desperately needed her. I pulled her closer to me, hoping that she would obey my request and hold me for just a minute. My sanity was hanging by a thread, and I needed her to be my life support.
She finally complied with my unspoken request and held me while I cried. She was tender with me and gave me time to break down. I
