~Danny~I feel like I’ve been walking on eggshells lately, and it’s all because of that stupid phone. It isn’t the phone so much as what it represents. It’s a tie to him, to the man who sent me here to disrupt people’s lives. It’s a tie to the man who has my brother’s life in his hands, and I can’t figure out a way to make that not the case. I sigh and sit up in bed, willing myself to move. I need to make my call, and I find it’s better to do so during the day. So many people are out and about, taking care of different things. I make my calls knowing that no one will come here to bother me. I haven’t been announced to the pack yet, so I have no official capacity here. I have no duties that I have to fulfill, and I’m practically on house arrest. My mate doesn’t come to see me, so I’m pretty much left to my own devices. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, letting my feet touch the floor. I really don’t want to do this, I really don’t want to see his face or hear his voice. Ever
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