ALPHA VENOM.

As the weeks continued to stretch and Maya didn't return to the Pack, I got more and more worried. There was this gnawing sense of worry that gnawed at my insides like a relentless, prowling predator.

Sometimes I would be busy thinking to myself about the things I needed to accomplish in the Pack when the thought of her would return and I would feel a very terrible feeling in my gut as if I had been stabbed with an invisible blade. It was too much for me to bear because I needed her back, if possible, right now.

I feared for the worst because she hadn't said...