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*~*LINCOLN POV*~*
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Being outside in the fresh air helps. At least that’s what I tell myself.
I look into the bin of water that I’ve collected for my laundry as I scrub one of my t-shirts along the washboard. The few clothes that I’ve brought with me are looking more worn, but I don’t dare ask Alpha Reagan for assistance.
I know he’s taking a chance having me only a few miles from his main camp, but in a way, he’s like my savior. The random visits through the week are enough to keep me sane, especially when he brings Katie. He’s even helped me get the cottage to a more functioning level.
But my depression kicked in not even a week of me being here. I hate being alone. I hate having no one to rely on. I hate the cold. I can’t even remember the last time I felt warm.
And I kn
