I curse the moon goddess for the hundredth time as I make my way back into the pack house. I hate this. I hate it so freaking much. I wish things were different. I wish things didn’t happen the way they did. Maybe then I wouldn’t be here.
I wipe the tears away, getting rid of all the evidence that, for a moment, I had been a weak, teary mess. I haven’t cried in a long time. I’ve always just tried to push everything down and focus on what had to be done. Focus on the present moment.
I haven’t been back even a full day, and already the walls I’d built to keep my emotions away were starting to crumble.
I walk through the pack house. Every corner of the place is haunted with memories I wish to bury and forget. All the good times I had with Piper. All the things we did together. All the happ
