Chapter Twenty-four

"Abby?” I acknowledged cheerfully as she walked into the room and shut the door, all smiles.

I was conflicted. The last time I saw her was the day the former Queen left the palace. She said something about accompanying her to her new dwelling to help her adjust before she returned to join us. Plus, it wasn't like we were the best of friends. After all, like her brother, she despised werewolves.

Albeit, I share a genuine smile and closed the distance between us, hesitating if to hug her or not. "Hey," I mouthed and before you know it, she engulfed me in a tight hug.

"How have you been, Gwen?" She asked and as if a dam of tears was unscrewed, my arms tightened around her as my body shook of its own volition. Do not cry before your subject admonition be damned. "Shhhh," she stroked my back gently.

"I feel so lost, Abigail," I admitted, still trembling. "I feel like I-I ran away from one problem and plunged myself into yet a bigger problem."

"It's okay..."

"It's not..." I hiccuped. "Yo