I cry uncontrollably, not giving a s**t that I'm hiccupping and sucking in snot. I'm aware that I'm not a pretty crier, but I'm also unloading a lot. I don't entirely recognize myself in this moment as I just let out random thoughts and sentences, my brain unable to compartmentalize.
"I didn't want war," I cry. "I don't want people to get hurt."
My friends say nothing, which I'm appreciative of because they all know I'm just overwhelmed.
"I just want Matthew," I blubber. "I just want to be happy. To be with him. I love him."
"We know, sweetie." Clara squeezes my hand.
I suck in a shaky breath and burst all over again like a dam.
"I feel violated. Why would Matthew want me now? How could the pack even accept me with this? It's horrific. And I'm... I'm disgusting."
"Holms..." Tyler's
