-Sebastian POV-
I don't know how long I have been sitting outside with my back up against the pack house. Staring up into the sky as I let my emotions run wild. With Casimir gone, I can let myself break down in peace…
I feel so f*cking stupid.
To think that I was always living in this little bubble that I allowed to be created. To think that I was going to take over a pack that I truly knew nothing about. Would they have suffered even more when I took the throne? Would I have even cared? I hate to think of the true answer. I don't even want to look deep within myself to find it.
"F*ck, stop," I mutter to myself as I need to stop my thoughts.
I need to stop them before they take on a path of their own. I cannot let this information drag me down. I need to rise above it so I can be
