Zodiac POV.
It has been a few weeks since I was brought here against my damn will at that. It is has been hard to adjust. I am used to living on my own, away from everyone and everything. What I wouldn’t give to be back at my cabin or on the open road.
I have refused to leave the house, even when wolves have come calling. God, it’s pathetic, like I’m hiding from the damn bailiffs. But I don’t care, I need my space. Being in any pack for too long is suffocating. The fact I am back here where my life went to s**t was not on the list of things to do, like ever.
Sitting on the back step with a coffee in my hand watching the sun rise is my favourite thing to do. That and hunt rogues. But I won’t be doing that anytime soon not unless they decide to attack the pack. So I’m at a loss.
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