Stella’s POV
The weekend went by and I kept to my office and our room mostly. I didn’t want to see anyone and I wanted to be left alone. I felt like I had failed the pack, myself and my mate. I was afraid of the way they would look at me and that they would possibly be angry with me.
Orson came to check on me in my office each day. His friendship and sweet face were a welcomed comfort. He made sure I was eating even when I didn’t want to. He was going to make his mate very happy when he found her.
Jack was supportive even through his own pain. He had breakfast brought up to us each morning in our room. At lunch, I ate in my office while Jack and Orson went to the dining hall to keep a presence with the pack. When dinner rolled around I ate with Jack in our room again. He did
