#Chapter26

HIS BETA (This is the same Saturday on which Zara went out for Jessie's birthday party.)

I was frustrated, actually beyond frustrated. I was tired but I wasn't going to have a pity party for myself. Not this time. The pack deserved more from me and I deserved to give more to them.

That didn't mean that I wasn't sad, but ultimately, there was no one else to balun by myself. Like all the other times, I had landed myself in this position.

I huffed angrily and punched my fist into the punching bag, which hung to the roof of the pack house's gym.

I had just come back...