#Chapter 103: The Journal

Aria The pack house felt different when Darren wasn’t around. Quieter, yes, but there was something else—something heavier that settled in the empty spaces where his presence should’ve been. I wasn’t sure if I could get used to it. And with Wendy busy making the rounds in the village and Lucas off playing, I felt like the silence was suffocating. At first, I tried to read a book in the living room. But I couldn’t seem to focus on the words, not with so many thoughts swirling around my head. Of course, my head was full of thoughts of Darren and his indecisiveness. But it wasn’t just that. Michael. Darren’s sister’s husband. Wendy had said that he was killed in a mugging that may not have been random at all. She’d implied that he may have been targeted, simply for being a human married to a werewolf. And she had also implied that if I stayed with Darren, then that might also be my fate. Or something like it. I wandered the halls for a while