Georgina's P.O.V
I had hoped that returning to the pack, my home and bed that maybe I might feel like myself again, but I was wrong. Nothing felt remotely the same anymore. I had become someone I didn't even recognize. Every time I closed my eyes I saw him, the way he looked at me, the things he said, the things he did.
Lily and Peter came and went, tried to make me feel better, but nothing helped. They would talk... try to encourage me that things would get better than I had more to live for than to just be sitting in my room crying. Peter grew frustrated with my lack of talk. Sometimes he would walk up and down in my room talking, then stop to look at me just to make sure that I was listening.
I was. Barely, but I wouldn't answer, then he would tug on his hair and storm out of the roo
