CHAPTER SEVEN - RAIN AND TEARS

PIXIE

-1 week ago-

I had not left my room for a full five days, the mornings were colder than usual and I had this disturbing churning in my belly whenever I thought of leaving my bed and bumping into Dwight somewhere in my home.

Amber had brought me anything I wanted, food, water, fresh air in a bag that shed force me to breath in and we would end up tussling about and falling off the bed to the ground.

“Who was that bitch anyway?” I asked, chewing hungrily on a turkey-meat sandwich, there had been a constant ache in my head, one that made me dizzy and was backed by a hollowness in my chest, altogether it made me feel I was constantly being eaten up from the inside out. Maybe this was an effect of a mate rejection, maybe this is how I would be feeling for the rest of my life and the possibility of that only made me feel much worst.

“I don’t know, she not from our pack though, must be his lover from the North.”

The word ‘lover’ almost brought me to tears again. I paused my chewing for