The air in Red Sorrow was colder that night, though no storm had come.
I had been restless all day, Jenny’s soft tears and trembling voice clawing at the back of my mind. She lingered everywhere like perfume that would not wash off. Always near, always listening, always whispering her little doubts with shaking hands pressed to her lips.
“Maybe... maybe Amber is trying too hard. She’s just a girl after all, she think without consequenses” she had whispered earlier, her voice breaking as if the words pained her. “I only worry that what if the pack suffers because she’s still so young?”
Omegas had rushed to hush her, to comfort her, to hold her while she cried like a fragile doll.
I had clenched my fists until my nails cut skin and walked away.
That night I couldn't sleep, something fe
