Reconsidering my reaction is impossible.
It feels like I’m going fucking crazy.
You know who you’re really hurting with this behaviour, right?
It’s me, of course.
That’s the only right answer.
I’m perfectly aware that letting myself get wound up isn’t doing me any favors, but it’s not as if it’s over nothing. If there was ever a time to be pissed off, it’s now.
Jeff’s phone hits voicemail, again, and I let out a low growl.
“Call me back straight away. It’s Falcon.”
I hang up and toss my phone down on the couch.
My hands flex into fists.
It’s probably time to deal with this rage before I can make it everyone else’s problem.
That means hitting the gym to burn off this shitty energy before my pack mates get home to find me storming around the apartment, ready to break something.
Too bad they weren’t with me when I helped the alliance with their mass rescue.
They don’t understand why I’ve been so agitated ever since I locked eyes with that Beta.
I barely understand it. I don’t know why I care so fucking much about seeing her again, but I do.
She could barely walk; she was so thin. And I’ll never forget the look of terror in her bright eyes.
Despite her fear, she let me lead her out of the house. She even leaned into me in the car on the way back to the city, and fell asleep against me, her hand on my arm.
I didn’t expect her to wake up, but she did, once I got her inside Goldcrest Academy and laid her down on a hospital bed in their new medical wing, as instructed.
She tried to hold on to my shirt, but I told her she was safe, and her grip relaxed.
Leaving felt wrong, but I had to go, my job was over.
Helping was up to her doctors now.
That was weeks ago.
All I want is to know she’s okay.
No … that’s not completely true.
The Alpha Alliance already assured me she’s doing well.
That isn’t enough. It’s not reassuring at all.
I need to see her with my own eyes.
I want toknowshe’s well, that she’s no longer full of fear.
It’s not that I don’t trust them.
It’s just that I need to hearhersay it.
