Mirae:
Sometimes, I feel lonely.
Most times, when I am on my own, I get this gnawing feeling deep inside me that I am going to end up alone, and these days, it has been feasting more and more. I feel as though no one will ever love me, and I will end up a bitter, old woman who drinks chamomile tea all day while teaching the pack-house’s kids.
I have been in my bed all day, reading a book. There’s something just magical in flipping these pages and transporting into another world, but now when I am done, I get that sick feeling again.
You are going to end up alone.
‘Girl, you better get your butt up and go have fun! You deserve this as hell.’ My wolf says, and I nod my head, changing from my pajamas into a pair of blue t-shirt and simple trousers. I walk downstairs, the house is mostly
