Natalie's POV

I woke up in the morning and laid still in my bed. I did not want to go out or see anyone or even do anything. I was too sad, confused, pained and angry to think well enough to do anything. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering how I would cope the whole day being cooped up in my room.

I did not have a choice, because the pack members would not stop talking about the disasters that kept happening and I did not want to keep getting reminded of the horrible thing I was now very sure Weston had done.

There was no other explanation. We...