Smith's pov
I paced back and forth in my study, the weight of the recent events pressing down on me like a relentless storm. The meeting with Thomas had ended in hostility, leaving me with a bitter taste of frustration. The hallucinations that haunted my mind only intensified the turmoil within.
Alice, my wife, entered the room cautiously, sensing the brewing storm. "Smith, what's going on? You've been like this for days."
I glared at her, my frustration finding an outlet. "Like you care. This pack is falling apart, and all you can do is prance around like everything's fine."
Her eyes widened, fear flickering in their depths. "Smith, please, I'm just trying to understand. We're in this together."
"In this together?" I scoffed, the anger bubbling within. "You're clueless, Alice. You do
