VIOLET’S POV
Of all the places my legs wanted to go to, my room was the last of it. Nothing about the space there was enough to want me stay in there.
I was fuming with anger and if I were to be monitored, it was sure to be seen that I was boiling inside. “Deep breaths, Vi.” My wolf started to say but how could I when my chest was heaving with short ones.
“Did you see what she was doing?” Of course she saw. She wasn’t blind. “I don’t know why they could never just push her away. And the fact that he chose to care for her over checking to see if I was okay is appalling. Why is it so hard for them to see me?”
I kept on walking, bumping into people from time to time until I made it outside the house.
“Yeah, I understand how you feel and I could really use a run right about now.” Suggeste
