Annabel's POV
The constant barrage of thoughts from the pack members was taking its toll on me. I had learned to filter out the noise, but it was still a challenging task. It was as if I had a thousand voices echoing in my head, and I desperately needed a break from it all.
One evening, as I sat in my room, the overwhelming thoughts of the pack became too much to bear. I buried my face in my hands, trying to block out the constant mental chatter. It was then that Thomas entered, concern etched on his face.
"Annabel," he said softly, "you seem overwhelmed. Is everything all right?"
I looked up, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. "It's just... hearing all these thoughts, it's exhausting. I can't shut it out, and it's driving me crazy."
Thomas sat down beside me, his comforting
