It's been three days... Three full days.
I haven't eaten, I have slept... I haven't spoken to anyone; I've been locked away in my office. Today would be one of the hardest days of my life; I had to make arrangements, for her and for the Packs. My wolf had blocked me out and basically died along with her, my heart is cold and my mind shattered. I didn't know what to do. She was the one who knew how to do it all; she kept not only me but the Pack on their feet. How could this happen?
I got into my car and drove towards her pack house; I would be talking to Lena and Charles. Esme blames herself and I haven't heard from her since that dreadful night. Something doesn't feel right...Something's wrong... Freya was half God, how could she be killed by a simple blade?
Maybe those papers coul
