~Sam~
It was day five of Dominic being unconscious, and I was starting to lose my mind.
Of course, not in the dramatic cry-in-the-corner way. In the I-might-actually-murder-the-next-person-who-asks-me-a-stupid-question way.
“Luna, do you know when the Alpha will wake up?”
No, random pack member number six, I have absolutely no idea. Thanks for asking the same question everyone else has asked me fifty times today.
“Luna, should we postpone the council meeting?”
Yes. Or not. I don’t care. Figure it out yourselves.
“Luna, the twins seem upset. Should we..”
If one more person tells me my children seem upset, I’m going to scream. Of course they’re upset. Their father almost died in front of them. What part of that screams ‘emotionally stable’?
I smiled through all of it. Answered politely. Pretended I had everything under control.
Then I went back to Dominic’s room and fell apart.
