Blake's POV
I barely slept all night. Noah's family left, and his mom hugged me again, but nobody said anything about my outburst or asked about my past, but I still feel nervous about meeting them. Now that they met me, what if they decide I'm not good enough for their son? What if they think I'm not fit to live with the pack? They could convince Noah to kick me out, and I'd have nowhere else to go. Ugh. I roll over and check my phone. It's 4:30. I guess it's time to give up. I'm not sleeping tonight. What should I do, though? Weirdly I don't want to paint. If I did, I think I'd just paint a person sleeping in their bed. You know what I do want? Who am I talking to? I'm alone in my room, and I sound like I'm talking to someone. I'm going crazy. Lack of sleep has caused me to go crazy. I
