Vanessa’s POV
I quickly turned away when I saw Alfie walking towards us. At first, it seemed like he didn’t recognize me, his steps slow and nonchalant. But he looked really burnt out, as if he was grieving more than anyone else. His whole demeanor screamed sadness and exhaustion.
He appeared as a figure enveloped in mourning, his demeanor reflecting the heavy weight of grief that hung upon him. His shoulders slumped beneath an invisible burden, and his gaze, once vibrant, now carried a distant sadness. Even his hair looked dull from that one glance I gave him.
This was not the usual Alfie vibe. The Alfie who made all the boys in the Blood Moon pack want to dress like him and get haircuts like his. Everything Alfie Black did was copied by all the boys back then. This wasn't the Alfie w
