Doctor's Visit

Atlas

Calypso has been gone for more than a week now. Still, I wasn't doing very well. I wasn't drunk anymore, so I called that a win. Discussions with Letha really helped me get my priorities straight. The appointment with the packs' midwife got pushed back because twins were born that day. Today was the day the appointment got moved to.

I waited impatiently as Elsa fiddled with the ends of her blonde hair in the small clinic. The chairs were squeezing my sides too tightly, and it was uncomfortable. I have thought about jumping up and smashing the clock on the wall from the ticking. I was on edge today, and everything set me off. It didn't help that the woman next to me wasn't the woman I wanted to be here with.

My wolf hated her completely, and I wasn't sure what to make of this. He had hated no one before, not like this rage he was causing me to feel. I felt myself grip the armrest super tight and could feel the wood give under my fingertips. Elsa takes her hand and tries to comfor