*George’s POV*
Hate is a strong word and one I do not use lightly, but leaving my mate at our apartment after she’d looked so frail the night before... I hated it. Having to leave her in order to spend time with her cousin, Mari, as part of the role I was playing, that I hated even more. I swear, I even despised the blue sky for being too blue, and the sun for looking too cheerful as I walked up the driveway to the pack house. Having decided to clear my head with a good long walk, I left my car back at the apartment. I didn’t even know why we bothered with this stupid charade. Anyone with half a brain cell would look a little deeper rather that merely take our word on the state of affairs. Perhaps I should be grateful, for if they decided to actually look at the facts, they would see Mira
