>>>Ren’s POV<<<
She was late. Not by a lot but she should have been back today and the daylight was wearing thin. I stood in her bedroom holding her sweatshirt to my face so I could smell her as I stared out of her window, looking towards the forest she would come out of. I didn’t feel her anymore like I had after I marked her, and I didn’t like that at all. It was empty, hollow, like everything good in the world was hidden. Not gone, just hidden, and every second that passed burned.
Atticus was a mess, and I was getting tired of helping him out of his depression when I was struggling with my own. His constant need of reassurance had caused me to be distant for the last twelve hours and I hadn’t left her room while he stayed in his own; I needed my own reassurance but
