You can blame me, Diary, but I knew she was a wreck.

I really hate the thought of blame that keep creeping to my memory, so I thought I should let it all down here.

Julie waswas twenty three, blessed with a beautiful big Gamma wolf, and by all standards a pretty girl, but her life was one big mess.

She picked asshole mates and she just couldn’t keep a job, either because her asshole mates sabotaged her or because she sabotaged herself. I had been working her for a few months now, presenting myself as the shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, her friend.

It should’ve come as...