For three days straight, I stay in my office. Occasionally sending an order to acting beta Tim, Alisa, Mateo, and some lead warriors through the mind-link.
Tim is disturbed by my situation but after assuring him I am okay, and I have everything under control which trust me, I don’t, he let go.
It was my father’s Memorial Day a day after I sent Meghan to solitary. With no luxury of speaking to anyone about it, I continued working, alone. One day turned into two and now it is day three and hell, I can give anything to stay like this longer.
But I can’t, and I know it is high time I go outside and speak to the pack. They must be worried about why the beta and alpha aren’t out, right?
Honestly, I don’t care what they are thinking right now. So long as there isn’t any noise outside, everyo
