Chapter sixty-nine

ELEANOR'S POV

NO, I am not sad. I am not ever going to be sad. I wasn't sad for any man while I was with humans, I can't possibly let myself brood over some werewolf.

All I knew was that I found myself in the training ground minutes later.

Whether I ran or I walked briskly or I flew, I just couldn't tell. I couldn't even remember how I managed to lift my heavy feets to walk out of there but in all I was grateful that I was able to walk out without making a scene or smashing things or even letting out my poor wolf.

It was moments like that the poor thing always came out because I couldn't always control my anger.

I could have found myself anywhere else. Probably my bedroom bawling my eyes out but how could I when I was born to be chased by men and not cry over them.

My heart was aching. I was hurting. I was in pain. Have I expected too much? How could I have forgotten he lived for that bitch? He would do anything, pushing me down the cliff if need be for her sake. How could I have