Chapter Seventy Two

When I walked into our room, he wasn’t there.

The sobs racked my whole frame, the guilt felt too much to bear. What if mom was right? What if this had been while Thane wanted me back here? I had to be strong when I was with her; I had to be the stronger one, but now back in my room, I could be weak.

I hated the fact that I could no longer see a light at the end of the tunnel.

This room, despite being so wide, felt so suffocating all of a sudden. I inhaled deeply, trying to steady my breathing, but that didn't work this time.

I paced round the room, my heart slamming against my chest. What if Thane wanted me locked in here for the rest of my life, in this pack, never able to escape? , what if I could never leave?

The thought alone builds a strange claustrophobic feeling in me. I walked to the dressing room, pulling the door open. I pulled down all the clothes there, threw down the desk and chairs. I picked up the broken leg from one of the table, and I slammed it against the other glas