In a house filled with rooms I cherish, I chose a different one today—one that reflected my bad mood and turbulent times.

Nestled in the North wing of the chamber, this place helps me keep a watchful eye on the pack. From here, I can eavesdrop and catch the sketchy activities that often go unnoticed; it’s the only blind spot in our territory.

Not even Rex or Seth knows about it.

Isolation has become part of my self-care routine, especially when my heart feels like it’s drifting away. Guilt often washes over me for what I did to Elena, what I’m still doing, and the pride that prevents me from...