Hypocrisy

{ Georgette }

Asheron is alive. He’s back home.

I've been awake since Cain started slapping my face and my dad threw water at me, but I decided, for my own well-being, to keep my eyes closed as I process this information.

Asheron is fucking alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. He never died; his buddy Jonah did. He was in a coma, not dead. He has been alive this whole time.

God, I want to run to him and grab him in my arms... and I will. But not like this, and not right now.

My wolf is not as surprised by this as I am, but she is very, very relieved. All this time, she had a feeling Asheron wasn't really dead. I used to think she was demented, but now I will never doubt her again. She can feel him, after all. Of course I shouldn’t have doubted her.

She might be a slut, but her instincts are never wrong.

Or maybe I will doubt her, actually, because she still chose to fall in love with someone else even knowing her man wasn’t dead. And because of that, I'm currently stuck between a rock and