Forsaken
I'd fallen asleep in the same clothes I'd worn yesterday, my favorite knife still tucked into the small of my back at the back of my belt.
I check my phone out of habit, rubbing the sleep from my eyes when I remember that it's dead. I hold it for a moment, trying to decide between charging it or leaving it as it was.
“You need time, Lucian,” Theo inputs, his voice as kind as always. “Time on your own, away from the pack.”
“I don't want to be away from the pack,” I reply honestly as I stare at the blank device.
“It's what you need right now,” Theo confirms with encouragement.