Jane
When Ethan and I arrive at the police headquarters, every eye in the room turns towards us, watching our every move. It’s nothing new. If I thought that the media frenzy had been bad when I was a murder suspect, it was nothing to the chaos now. We can’t set a single foot outside our house without every pack member we encounter staring or wishing us their condolences, and I haven’t been able to look at a television or listen to the radio since this all began, because every word is a reminder of our tragedy.
Thankful Ethan reminded me of our constant audience when I tried to race out of the penthouse without any clothes on – so eager was I to get here. In the end I didn’t put much effort into it, throwing on the first clothes I saw. To think I was once considered fashionable seems al
