“This is not the time to sit in therapy!” I yell as Archer drags me to the therapist I told him I would see, but that was before all this Sebastian crap. “It is the time, we have no solutions yet for our problems love.” He tries to convince me “Can’t we do this some other time?” I grumble. We stop in front of the pack therapists’ office “No” he opens the door to her office. I look into the room, she’s sitting on her perfectly grey fluffed couch, legs crossed with her notepad. She’s just waiting for the juices on her alpha and Luna. How f*****g disrespectful, then again I guess it’s just her job to try and help.
Looking back at Archer’s ‘you can’t get out of this now’ look, I take a step forward, grabbing the door knob and pull the door shut. “No” I tell him sternly and walk back to the pa
