Chapter .39.

Never apologize  for burning too brightly.  Or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how Galaxies are made.  ~Tyler Kent White *** I've never been in Atlas's office before. It's different from what I expected. Jay told me once that he wouldn't allow anyone within his office. I contributed that to his OCD. I could somewhat relate to him. I wouldn't allow anyone to touch my paints. My brushes. They were mine and mine alone. Atlas though seemed to not mind. He looked easy and relaxed within his office chair. Stacks of files and papers rested upon the wide desk, but they each seemed to hold their own order. Alpha Brandon shakes his head at the sight, "I guess a pack of your size requires a lot of work." "Many sleepless nights have been spent here Alpha Brandon." I frown at the words. Something about them doesn't settle right within me. Maybe