**Rosalie's POV
After the night I spent with Ethan, I had expected to see him again, but I didn't.
He never once came to visit. There was no compassion, no concern, no want or desire from him.
I was nothing more than a task – a tool he needed.
I was sure how I was going to be able to get past all the waiting, but, eventually, I found small ways to entertain myself. Art had become a big one, and when Vicky realized I loved to paint and draw, she made sure I had everything set up in my own private art studio — considering the music room was off limits for the time being.
Days turned into weeks, and, before I knew it, I began to lose track of time.
The vast green fields around the Drogomor pack were beautiful. The peaceful village could be seen from the pack house, and the golden sunshi
