With a final, furious slam of the door, the Alpha stormed out. The ensuing silence was not oppressive but rather liberating, a welcome contrast to the turmoil that had filled the room moments before.
Days bled into each other in a numbing blur. After the Alpha left, he disappeared for several days. I didn’t ask where he went, and he didn’t volunteer the information. On the third day, he finally talked to me through our mind link.
“I will attend a meeting with the neighboring Alphas,” he uttered. "I'm at Acorn Hill Town now." The words felt mechanical, devoid of any warmth or explanation.
“Okay, stay safe,” I mustered back, my lips curling into a bitter smile as I spoke those few words. The absurdity of it all struck me—pretending to care when the truth was unraveling in front of me.
Minutes later, my social media, Twitter, in particular, delivered another blow. Felicity’s tweet popped up on my feed, it was a picture of her at an event.