~ Savannah’s POV ~
Just as I expected, the dungeon is empty and lonesome. The whole room is dark except for the small light coming from the torch Carter ignited earlier. Letting out a sigh, I walk to the corner of the room with the red exposed brick wall. I lean back against the harsh wall and slowly, I start to sink down to my feet.
It’s exhausting… putting up a strong face…
Being an Alpha leader… a role model… a representative of my pack… it’s a lot of pressure. No wonder Dad is always stressed. No wonder he thinks I need a strong partner to help me. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this stuff.
Maybe I’m just not… good enough.
A single tear trickles down my cheek as I come to that realization. I feel like such a failure. Who am I kidding? I’m not really that strong. I’m n
