Noah POV
Time is a strange concept. When I was younger, I wished for time to speed up so I could become a strong and formidable alpha. As I got older, I wished for time to slow down so I could remain in my prime, but now, time seems to slip past me, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. Time has no master and now I have to sit back and watch as it passes over me. I spend more and more time locked inside my own mind, watching someone else control my body, using it as they see fit. I have come to see that time is a cruel mistress; it does slow down, but only so I can experience the truly painful moments in my life for longer; it drags them out so that I’m cut deep, and it makes sure each second feels like a lifetime, it lets the memories burrow deep into my heart, branding it wit
