Our Lives

Harlyn

“Harlyn,” I hear Samuel call out my name. I turn to look at him. He moves and sits next to me.

“Are they okay?” I ask, my eyes glancing towards the manor.

“Colton is entertaining them. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me you were engaged?” He asks.

My mind goes back to that call and I explain it to him.

“Harlyn, please tell me that you have settled. I worry that you’re still alone.” Samuel’s voice quakes with worry. That will only increase if I tell him I have no fixed home and I’m still trying to find a pack to accept me.

“Samuel, how is Mother doing?” I ask, wanting to know how she is dealing with the situation.

“Would you want to know the answer if it hurts you, Harlyn?” He asks, and my heart shatters knowing I don’t.

“Would you, Samuel?” I reply, and the call goes quiet. “We can’t do this, Samuel; updates cause more pain. They remind me of what I’m missing.” I fight back the tears.

The last time we spoke, he told me he had taken over and become Prince Stefan’s first