Today makes it one week since I returned back to sky pack. I was in my room, just like always crying myself to death. I felt vulnerable and weak. After that shocked incident days ago, Cyrus never visited me or called me up for meal. I never left my room, he had made that clear to me. Once in a while I would see Liam through the window running an errand for the pack. He never came too and he seems to be serious about not acknowledging his mate.
Evie was doing better than I am. She and Ellison would chat all through the night with their laughter coming to my ears while I will be in my room drowning myself in tears. Cyrus wouldn't know the Truth, he only believe I am the villain while Freya is the good, Saint lady. He would mate with her every night, pulsing into her what I needed the mos
