Damien ran his hands through his hair, sighing in frustration. Suddenly, his entire world seemed to be collapsing, and this was not the first time it was happening in the recent years of his life.
"What do I do now?" He whispered, more to himself, as he got up from the floor. He sat down on his bed, burying his face into his hands.
Ansel sat down beside him, placing his hand on his back in a comforting way.
"We'll figure something out. Don't worry," Ansel said softly.
"I spend months with her, Ansel, freaking months! And I didn't think to ask her what pack she belonged to. What was I even thinking? What the hell is wrong with me?" Damien said in disbelief, grabbing onto the bedsheet. His claws surfaced, tearing into it.
"Honestly, it isn't your fault," a voice said, making Damien
