l dragged Lea towards the abandoned hut. It was miles from the pack house, a place forgotten by everyone but me. The wood was rotting, the roof was almost falling, the windows were broke. This place mirrored how I felt inside broken, empty, and haunted.
Roxy tried to stop me. "Griffin, think about this. You'll regret it."
Regret. I've been living with regret for years. What was one more layer?
I shook her off. "Stay out of this, Roxy." My voice was a low growl, barely controlled.
Her eyes that are usually so bright and full of life, were filled with worry. "Griffin, please. Whatever happened between you and Lila… it’s in the past. Don't let it destroy you now."
"The past?" I laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "That past that you're talking about still lives Roxy. It's been poisoning me s
